
Even though the art is stiff and the story tells more than it shows, there’s something about it that feels real.
The MC’s pain—being beaten, locked away, told he’ll never be enough—feels so raw that even the tiniest bit of hope hits hard. Just seeing someone he admires is enough to stop him from hurting himself.
And the ML isn’t some perfect savior either. He’s carrying his own weight, working young to support his family, and still chooses to reach out first.
Their connection feels so fragile, like something they’re both trying to protect without even saying it. It’s rough around the edges, but sometimes stories like that are the ones that stick the deepest.