In the glitter-covered chaos of Sugoi City, where vending machines dispensed onigiri and bad decisions, Prim sashayed through the streets. His thigh-high stockings sparkled like a kira kira filter, and his pastel skirt fluttered as if it had its own fan service contract.

“Yosh!” Prim announced, striking a pose so extra that three pigeons fainted nearby. “Tonight, I, Prim-chan, will become the most kawaii femboy idol this sekai has ever seen!”

He kicked open the door to the Jellybean Workshop, where Hana-chan, a pint-sized anime girl with sugoi twin tails and a hammer bigger than her entire existence, was mid-battle with a rogue takoyaki machine.

“Hana-chan!” Prim shouted, his voice dripping with bishounen flair. “I need a guitar so sugoi it’ll make everyone cry tears of moe moe kyun!”

Hana-chan froze, her face akai like a tomato desu. “P-Prim-sama, I… I only make spoons! And also, eto, why are you standing like that?!”

Prim flipped his hair dramatically, causing sparkles to erupt from nowhere. “Because I’m fabulous, baka!”

Just then, Akira burst through the door—a furry fox boy with shiroi fur, kawaii blue eyes, and a Hawaiian shirt that read, “Sugoi Vibes Only.” His fluffy tail wagged so hard it knocked over a stack of spoons.

“Oi, Prim!” Akira said, sliding across the floor on rollerblades for no reason. “Forget the guitar. You’ve got me and my swaggy nakama energy.”

Prim gasped, clutching his heart like he was in a shoujo manga. “Sugoi! Then let’s form the most legendary band in the multiverse, right now, in this spoon factory!”

Under the neon lights of Club Nyan Nyan Sugoi Explosion, Prim stepped onto the stage, his stockings gleaming like a supernova.

“Minna-san!” Prim purred into the mic, winking so hard it caused a tsunami of blushes in the audience. “Prepare your hearts, because tonight… we’re going baka baka kyun!”

They launched into their hit song, “Watashi wa Kawaii Sugiru!” Akira shredded his guitar with nekomimi precision, while Hana-chan pounded on a drum set made of spoons, noodles, and leftover ramen. Prim danced like a bishounen god, his every move radiating pure moe power.

The crowd erupted. People screamed, “Prim-sama! Akira-sama! Onii-chan daisuki!!!” A random takoyaki flew through the air, hitting Akira in the face. He ate it mid-guitar solo and winked, sending the crowd into hysterics.

When the final note rang out, Prim grabbed the mic, licked it (for reasons), and whispered, “This is just the beginning, baka-tachi.”

The crowd roared, “Sugoi! Saikou! Kyaa!!” as confetti rained down, and a single koi fish swam through the air in slow motion.

And so, the sparkliest, baka sugiru, most kawaii femboy band in history was born.

The End. Or… mada desu ka?!