i feel the need to apologize to his hyung on behalf of whatever jigu has been doing like a parent ashamed of their son
reread it after many years and it still hits, still deserves the hall of yaoi fame
BUT HE'S SO SOFT AND SO KIND AND SO VULNERABLE LIKE HOW COULD ANYONE i look at him and i just want to be able to carry him in my arms and rock him back and forth and sing him a lullaby and tell him i love him LIKE GOD he gives me baby fever and he's a grown ass man
was so anxious the entire time jezus but can't wait for the proposal glad i clicked read
hated it so much it almost made me understood why ppl send others death threats on the internet
reading nakamura asumiko always feels like slowly descending to a black sticky soup bcos of how morally ambiguous her characters are but I'll take that as me being a perfectly normal human being for being disturbed. love her art so much it feels so airy and light, that, and then add the heaviness of the themes she confronts GOHD. keep creating my girl (she's 46 yrs old).
before i die I'll own a physical copy of this until then i will not rest. it gives me so much comfort that the author of this was a woman, god the sensuality and scent that was permeating through every panel made my cnt throb (art arouses me). i, for one, cant trust the artistry and depth of male authors (esp from japan idk if that sounds racist or xenophobic, if it helps they abused my ancestors). i hope asumiko nakamura eats well and have a health insurance bcos i have new goal and that requires she stays alive until i learn Japanese and go to japan and stalk her bcos i want to have a well-meaning conversation.
i literally do not give a fck if adante loses his mind i have no sympathy for him LMAO i want to see him crumble, the whole chasing arc is making me giddy