It’s the beginning of a new school year for Hitomi-chan and Usa-kun! Now a little older and wiser, the two head out on a…date?! What will they do when the unthinkable happens just when they’re about to go home?!
It's been a year since I last read a volume in this tall girl/short guy slow-burn romcom but I slipped right back into it comfortably and happily. Nothing much happens -- but in a sweet and funny way -- until a cliched hotel room cliffhanger. Fortunately, I have the next volume in hand and won't have to wait to see the sure-to-be-chaste resolution.
Hitomi and Usa are not yet dating, much to the dismay of their friends. Their attempts might go anywhere if the story wasn’t more concerned about Hitomi’s breasts and went for the jugular instead.
For some reason I was excited to see this pop up in my weekly purchases and I assume I forgot to take off my rose-coloured glasses at some point because if this isn’t the nadir of ‘girl and a boy’ stories (and it’s not, I have sadly not forgotten Please Go Home, Miss Akutsu!) it is certainly on the downslope.
The real issue is that this is a fanservice forward story that is less concerned with its narrative than making sure Hitomi’s boobs are portrayed in every possible type of tight clothing that can be imagined and then mashed in as many ways as can also possibly be imagined.
It’s kind of annoying; even allowing for a certain amount of this, because manga, it seems to be what the story’s most interested in because the actual character stuff is pretty dull. Hitomi is huge, Usa is small, they aren’t dating yet.
Everybody looks basically the same except for the American girl, and even she’s in this volume so she can mash her breasts into Hitomi’s. It’s very tedious when you have nothing here to cut the cheese(cake). Hitomi is actually a better character than that (which the story manages to remember exactly once) if it ever explored her at all.
Parts of it aren’t terrible. I liked the chapter about our leads making lunch for one another, which has a genuinely sweet ending. Even allowing for its excesses, the Zoom call chapter shows what this could do if it was actually trying (Hitomi “acting out” is so amusingly silly that it feels out of place with the surrounding material).
The last chapter with its date is okay, up to the point where, wait for it, it starts raining and they have to get the last room at a hotel. Teenager breasts and showers, together at last! Sigh. Something to look “forward” to for next time.
I think the worst part is that I don’t feel like I need to read another volume, but next year when another volume comes I’ll have forgotten this and buy it anyway. The way to a man’s heart might be through his stomach, but apparently all roads to Hitomi’s are forced to detour through her mammaries and it pushes things from cute to annoying more often than not.
2.5 stars - too fascinated with breasts, not fascinated enough with being well written. On the upside, I think I might feel better about The Girl I Like Forgot Her Glasses now.