Storyscape

The Great Hair Battle
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Pink Scissors and Morning Mist
Yuki adjusted her scissor-shaped hairpins as morning sunlight streamed through the salon windows. Her pink curls bounced with each step across the polished floor. The smell of shampoo and hair spray filled the air.
"Another busy day ahead," she said, checking her scissors earrings in the mirror.
Her friends Maki and Yuko were already preparing their stations. Maki tied back her dark hair while Yuko organized bottles of conditioner.
"Did you hear about those boys?" Maki whispered. "The ones who refuse haircuts?"
Yuki's purple eyes widened. "The ones with the really long hair?"
"Their parents are furious," Yuko added. "People keep mistaking them for girls."
Through the window, Yuki spotted five figures walking down the street. Their shaggy, greasy hair hung past their shoulders. One boy kept pulling his hair over his face like a curtain.
"Poor things," Yuki murmured, watching them hurry past. "They look so scared."
She touched her pink nails thoughtfully. Something about their frightened expressions tugged at her heart.
The Giant Scissors
The salon door burst open with a loud bang. Three boys stomped inside, their eyes wild with anger. The biggest one had spiky black hair and wore a torn jacket.
"Where are those scared little babies?" the leader shouted. His name tag read 'Ryusei.'
Behind him, two other boys grinned meanly. One carried enormous silver scissors that gleamed in the sunlight. The blades were as long as baseball bats.
"We heard some boys are too chicken to get haircuts," Ryusei sneered. "Time to help them out!"
Yuki dropped her comb. Her heart pounded as she stared at the giant scissors. Maki grabbed Yuko's arm.
"You can't use those in here!" Yuki said, trying to sound brave.
"Watch us," laughed the boy with the scissors. "We'll give everyone the best haircut of their lives!"
Through the back window, Yuki spotted the five scared boys hiding behind a water fountain. Their long hair whipped in the wind as they peeked around the stone edge.
The bullies hadn't seen them yet, but they were getting closer to the window.
