Pink Scissors and Purple Eyes

Yuki adjusted her scissor hairpins as she walked down the cobblestone path toward her salon. The morning sun made her pink dress shimmer, and her heels clicked cheerfully against the stones. She loved helping people in Nakaibito village feel their best.

"Good morning, Yuki!" called Mrs. Tanaka from her flower shop.

"Morning!" Yuki waved, her scissors earrings jingling softly.

As she rounded the corner, she spotted five boys huddled together near the old fountain. Their hair hung in long, tangled messes that covered their eyes. She recognized them from around the village but had never seen them looking so... unkempt.

"Ren, we can't keep hiding forever," one boy whispered urgently to another.

"My parents are getting really mad," another added, tugging at his greasy locks.

Yuki paused, her purple eyes widening with concern. The boys looked genuinely distressed. She took a step closer, wondering if she could help somehow.

The Storm Arrives

Just as Yuki stepped closer to the fountain, heavy footsteps echoed down the street. Three older boys appeared around the corner, and the five messy-haired boys immediately scrambled to hide behind the stone fountain.

"There they are!" shouted the tallest boy, pointing directly at them. "Ren, Riku, Haruto, Kenji, Hiroto - you can't hide forever!"

Yuki watched in shock as the leader pulled out enormous silver scissors from his backpack. They gleamed menacingly in the sunlight, twice the size of any scissors she'd ever seen.

"I'm Ryusei, and these are my friends Daiki and Sato," he announced proudly. "We're going to give you the haircuts you deserve!"

The five boys pressed themselves tighter against the fountain, trembling. Ren's voice cracked as he whispered, "Please, just leave us alone!"

"Your parents asked us to help," Daiki sneered, snapping his own giant scissors in the air. "They're tired of people mistaking you for girls."

Yuki's heart raced. She'd never seen scissors used to frighten anyone before. These boys were turning her beloved tools into weapons of fear.