For those who don't know, Beautiful Days is a published anthology of fanmade stories/comics/illustrations, similar to the comic anthologies except centered around short stories. It is strictly non-canon, but it can be fun too!
Translation by Kamase...
A small kerfuffle was happening in the island restaurant.
“Hey hey heyyy~! What’re you doing, Hiyoko-chan!”
“Would you let me go, Saionji! I’m telling you to let me go!”
Saionji Hiyoko was using both hands to pull at the hair of both Mioda Ibuki and Pekoyama Peko. Perhaps because of Saionji’s body type, she just looked like a kid throwing a tantrum in a candy shop.
“Iiii toooold yooouuu! I told you I’d let you go if you get rid of these pigtaaails!”
“Hold on! What are you doing, Hiyoko-chan?!” Koizumi Mahiru entered with both hands on her camera, but she came over to mediate in surprise.
“Boooo. I mean, these two were kinda irritating, ripping off someone’s hairstyle like thaaat. Koizumi-onee, you tell them off toooo!”
Mioda and Pekoyama’s expressions both grew sharp at hearing Saionji’s words.
“I didn’t rip anything off!”
“…That is unthinkable.”
“My, my. Whatever is the matter?”
“What’re you guys doin’ so early in the morning! A fight? Then I’ll back you up!”
The next people to come in were Sonia Nevermind and Owari Akane.
“Owari-san, why are you so agitated…”
“Y-You shouldn’t fiiight…”
And then, Nanami Chiaki and Tsumiki Mikan joined up with them as well. It was a masterpiece of eight girls gathered together.
“Shut uuup! It would be irritating if anyone said it, but it’s extra irritating from you, Tsumiki!” Saionji said over her shoulder, glaring at Tsumiki.
“P-Please! Why am I the one you have a problem with?!”
“You’re groooss!”
“Th-That’s so cruel…!”
“Hey, Hiyoko-chan, if you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all. And you shouldn’t be pulling on people’s hair, should you?”
“Booo. I tooold you, it’s pretty cheeky for them to wear pigtails even when they don’t suit them at aaaall!”
“How many times must I tell you that these are not pigtails…!”
“Ibuki’s aren’t either! I don’t want you to pigeonhole this toootally hip hairstyle into the pigtails box!”
“I’m not wrong! Tying it up in two parts is copying me! I won’t forgive you!”
“Goodness, we’re making no progress this way. Then, why don’t we all try wearing pigtails for once, and let whomever is most suited to them be the one with the right to wear them?”
Nevermind proposed as if it was a brilliant idea, but not a single person nodded along.
“…I think that’s probably not going to work,” Nanami cut in with a calm voice.
Just as the atmosphere started to turn towards them being able to work something else out, an intrusive voice shattered it all in an instant. “Stop iiiit! No fightiiiing!” It was the self-styled “Magical Girl” Usami, floating in on her fluffy white wings. “I heard evewything! Answering to your passionate request, I’ll have evewybody twansfooorm! Chichin puipui, chinchin puipui! Hi-yaaah! Pigtails for evewybodyyy!”
–And so, instantaneously, everyone ended up in pigtails.
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Saionji was the same as before. Pekoyama was in unbraided pigtails. The horn-like twists were untied in Mioda’s hair, and her hair in the back was pulled up into straightforward pigtails. Nevermind and Tsumiki’s long hair was pulled up into beautiful flowing pigtails. Koizumi, Nanami, and Owari had kinda cute pigtails barely scraped together from their short hair. Everyone looked at each other and laughed a little.
“A very noble duty, Usami-san.”
“Yep! Leave this kind of thing to Usamiii!”
Nevermind’s words of thanks smoothed out the atmosphere, and instantly a sense of unity was born. Another new intruder got mixed in.
“Uwah. A herd of pigtails in a place like this! What’s the occasion? Some kind of Fanservice Day? No, I won’t conduct any boorish interrogations. I’m a very tolerant man! At any rate, it’s nice! The charm exuding from the napes of your necks from your Lolita-esque look Aahh, I understand. You want me to warm those up, don’t you? Well, come right at me! I’ll attend to all of you together! Now! Now now now now!” Hanamura Teruteru came out from the kitchen, with drool and a nosebleed as he spoke heatedly.
All eight girls silently removed the ribbons and ponytail holders from their hair.
The next morning, Saionji’s voice resounded throughout the restaurant yet again.
“Noooo! I don’t like pigtails anymooore! Give me a different kind of hairstyle, Koizumi-onee~!”
