Nagisa confesses to Kao at long last and she’s over the moon that he finally did. Then the book fills its time making sure every happy ending box possible gets ticked.
Webster’s dictionary defines ‘perfunctory’ as… just kidding, but you get the point. Why should I waste an original introduction on a book that doesn’t have an original bone in its body? Do not play the Shojo Manga Drinking Game with this series - you will die.
This is a real snooze of a landing for a series that somehow wrested eight volumes out of its premise. Once the confession is out of the way we spend a lot of time on the ‘is he actually in love with me?’ nonsense and the whole ‘even a rival must find love’ trope to wrap things up.
Insert a very rote Christmas date, a fair bit of volleyball, and some vague discussions about true love and all the other things that reality will grind into the dust in due course (I’m not cynical, but, okay, I am…). I mean, it has a certain charm, but it doesn’t exactly excel at anything.
I’m really, really struggling to say something unique about this book since it doesn’t have a unique bone in its body. And now its repetition is making me repeat myself, ugh. Maybe we’ll just leave it at that - if you have read any amount of shojo manga you will see the trappings that this series drapes itself in.
The art is decent, it’s all fine. If this is the first shojo you ever read, and you enjoyed it, congratulations - there’s a big wide world out there that iterates on this, but better. Fine this book was and fine it shall be, unto eternity. Just… fine.
3 stars. I’m not upset I took the ride, but I am kind of glad it’s over. The teasing is way softer in this one, which is kind of good, but it turns out that a lot of the zip was coming from that too. You would never recommend this as somebody’s first shojo, there are many better examples, but as a low-stakes example of type I can’t deny you could do a lot worse too.