Augh, I can't even believe myself. I'm here!! I just can't sleep without reading anything so I guess I'm checking this series again. Dang, it's only volume 1 but I can already feel the life being squeezed out of my heart—and it freaking hurts.
I adored Kou back in my teenage years, yes, because I was attracted to tall guys with miserable pasts. Aoharaido was my introduction to shoujo manga back in the day.
I was a fan of girl comics and mostly read Winx club issues that my father brought home for me every other month, until I saw the anime adaptation of this series on Hero TV, and yea, I was hooked and a few years after I looked it up online and devoured it and was so proud that finished everything before season 2 came (I thought it was coming) and it became my damned anthem of the heart in junior high and I literally chased a tall guy with miserable family history because mostly he reminded me of Kou, and yes, how dumb of me to even do that. I still hate the flashbacks whenever they come unannounced! I'd be like Futaba waving her chopsticks to erase what she's thinking, lol! Btw, he chose the other girl and dumped me, but the girl loved the drama and won't stop talking to me about the guy and it was my miserable months, crying while folding clothes, crying while screaming to rock music, with burning anger for their insensitivity. Like, can you just let a defeated girl cry in silence? Live her alone, don't contact her any more if you didn't choose her. Let her move on. What can I say in defense of this silly story though? I was young and full of energy and I gotta burn it—I ended up burning this series though in the end. I was just so full of hate. I bet the energy I had was immediately converted to hatred lol. It did fuel me for days on end.
But, it's been a long time and I don't even feel any hate about the past that I guess it's now safe to revisit this because I actually kind of missed this after reading My Little Monster. Such a sweet trip down shoujo memory lane. Lol, I'm still half mad at Kou though, and irritated at Futaba (yea, maybe because I see my old self in her). He keeps on overstepping his bounds. He declares he's different, he's troubled, he's not interested (anymore), but came waltzing in teasing Futaba the next moment. Too many mixed signals—like that sick boy of mine (bleugh). Oh, I guess I still have lingering feelings of hatred and disgust towards him. I guess, my book is still burning. Hmm, yea whatever, I'll still read it anyway.
Lol, btw, I just realized I sounded like Saki sensei's notes on the next volume about her love life bleugh