The story is all over the place. It’s not the worst I’ve ever read but it would’ve benefited from a hell of a lot more background and patience. Jumping from one chapter to the next felt like we were skipping through episodes with missing information between them- I mean the black haired dude went from not knowing who the main guy was, to getting his dick sucked, to suddenly knowing his identity, to fucking in the dojo, to suddenly realizing he loved him all along. That’s it- that’s the entire 10 chapters. I don’t wanna harsh too bad on the author because drawing and planning out a story for people to read is hard work and even harder on the ego, regardless of what’s been written, but wow. It’s so so rushed, and that eagerness to get to an end screwed up any emotional connection we the readers could’ve made with the characters, and kind of just left us- at least me anyway- very confused. (￣∇￣")
The story is all over the place. It’s not the worst I’ve ever read but it would’ve benefited from a hell of a lot more background and patience. Jumping from one chapter to the next felt like we were skipping through episodes with missing information between them- I mean the black haired dude went from not knowing who the main guy was, to getting his dick sucked, to suddenly knowing his identity, to fucking in the dojo, to suddenly realizing he loved him all along. That’s it- that’s the entire 10 chapters. I don’t wanna harsh too bad on the author because drawing and planning out a story for people to read is hard work and even harder on the ego, regardless of what’s been written, but wow. It’s so so rushed, and that eagerness to get to an end screwed up any emotional connection we the readers could’ve made with the characters, and kind of just left us- at least me anyway- very confused.
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