At 29 years old, carefree Hiroto Ikuta doesn’t have a girlfriend, a full-time job, or a plan for the future—and he couldn’t be happier. Hiroto’s breezy attitude isn’t easy for everyone to understand, though. In a world filled with anxiety, confusion, and grief, Hiroto and the people who surround him are all just doing their best to figure out this thing called life.
After the weakest volume of the series so far, Hirayasumi is back with a vengeance with volume 8. Emotions run high — nostalgia and heartbreak and tension and joy alike.
The first volume of Hirayasumi that didn't blow me away, but it was still good. We spend less time with Hiroto, which may be the reason. Still probably one of the best things I'll read all month ❤️