
I think what keeps romance alive isn't stereotypes, but surprises. This one had the happy ending, but that was a surprise because it didn't look like the uke would get past his self-image, or the seme his insecurity. They did, after a lot of (very funny) gurning and churning, and the result turned out to be weirdly, strangely romantic and a lot more believable than the typical "barefoot walks on the beach" stand-in for romance (which doesn't come across as romantic, in reality, so much as no thought was put into this gesture and no attempts were made to scratch under the surface of this partner's personality.)
Hilarious, and brilliant. This is the ultimate anti-romance: a blunt, unsympathetic uke and a seme who can't stop the weepy tear-faucets from pouring out every time he feels slightly challenged or overwhelmed. Together, they make a more realistic, sympathetic and hopeful couple than most of the dudes that show up in yaoi.