"Do you think I should cut my hair?" Usagi announced one afternoon. Mamoru choked on his coffee. Usagi ignored him and continued, "I just think it's getting a little too long don't you think Motoki?"
Motoki looked at Mamoru, who was making furious "NO!" gestures behind Usagi's back. "Well," he answered, "It depends. On how short you were thinking of getting it cut?"
Usagi flicked one ponytail behind her back thoughtfully and said, "Well I was thinking…" She reached up and cut at her hair with her fingers, as if they were scissors, right through where her buns met her hair. "Just let them cut it all off."
"Are you CRAZY Odango?!" Mamoru shouted, standing up, "What on earth would possess you to do that?!"
"You," Usagi replied simply.
"M-me?" He answered tentatively.
"Yes. You. You are always, always, always making fun of my hair, and I'm sick of it! So, I've decided to get rid of my odangos, and get rid of that awful nickname once and for all." She finished her speech, sat down at her stool and took a large sip of milkshake as if to say "And that's final."
Motoki looked at Mamoru and grinned. He could see the anguish written all over his face as Mamoru battled with his feelings. He knew Mamoru loved her long hair, and how he longed to run his hands through it.
He couldn't stand his friends's pain for long however, and turned to Usagi and said, "I think you should leave it as it is. Odangos are very becoming on you Usagi."
Usagi smiled at him and battered her eyelashes. She took another sip of milkshake and said, "Ok. But only for you Motoki."
Mamoru breathed a heavy sigh of relief and sat down, staring at his coffee. That was close, he thought. How could she consider cutting off those beautiful odangos and those long luscious threads of golden silk?! He sighed again. If only it had been him to tell her that, and not Motoki.
Motoki and Usagi grinned at each other. It was just too easy.