The Pink Salon

Yuki adjusted her scissors earrings as she swept pink hair clippings from the salon floor. Her purple eyes sparkled with excitement about the grand opening tomorrow.

"The new scissors are so sharp!" she called to her friends Maki and Yuko, who were arranging their magical hairdressing tools on sparkly shelves.

Maki grinned, her green hair bouncing. "I can't wait to style everyone's hair in Nakaibito village!"

Yuko nodded, her blue pigtails swishing. "We'll be the best magical hairdressers ever!"

Through the window, Yuki spotted five boys with long, shaggy hair walking past. Their hair was so messy and greasy that people on the street kept mistaking them for girls. The boys looked embarrassed and kept pulling their hair over their faces.

"Oh my," Yuki whispered. "Those poor boys really need haircuts."

Just then, three bigger boys appeared, wielding giant scissors and chasing after the shaggy-haired group. The smaller boys scattered, screaming in terror.

The Morning Rush

The next morning, Yuki rushed to unlock the salon door as worried parents gathered outside. Mrs. Tanaka clutched a photo of her son Ren, whose long hair now reached his shoulders.

"Please help us," Mrs. Tanaka begged. "People keep calling Ren a girl at school. His father is furious."

Four other parents nodded anxiously, each holding pictures of boys with equally messy hair. Yuki recognized them as the boys she'd seen yesterday.

"Of course we'll help," Yuki said, adjusting her scissors earrings. "Maki! Yuko! Emergency haircuts!"

Her friends appeared with their magical scissors gleaming. Just then, the five boys burst through the door, dragged by their frustrated parents.

"NO SCISSORS!" screamed a boy with dark, tangled hair down to his chin. "They'll cut us!"

The smallest boy, Hiroto, pressed himself against the wall. "The bullies with the giant scissors will come back!"

Yuki's purple eyes widened. She remembered the three bigger boys from yesterday.

"Don't worry about those bullies," she said firmly. "But you really do need haircuts."

The boys huddled together, shaking their heads. Their parents looked desperate.