This is heartbreaking. Why do I do this to myself? No, Doushitemo Furetakunai is not a tragedy. It's love, and that is why it hurts so much. It is so beautiful, so sincere, so unlike anything else. I don't see why would anyone find this anything other than magnificent. It is so conventional you could've been reading a book on real life, and yet it breaks every convention you can possibly know of, striping out of any cliché, giving you nothing but itself in the most beautiful, simple form: again, love.
I came across this series and my eyes twitched a little. I have never heard of the artist, I read no review, no line from the summary, the art didn't seem anything in particular, and the title sounded cliché enough. I was so wrong, and I am so grateful I didn't give up before I even started, which is something that happens more than I would like to, really.
With this manga I laughed, I cried, I lost my breath, I nearly lost my consciousness, and the worst thing of all, I remembered what I thought was buried deep within me. It was a turmoil of emotions, from beginning to end. I seldom give a straight 10/10 to a one-volume thing, but Doushitemo Furetakunai deserves so much more than that. When it was over, I just felt so happy it was ridiculous.
I guess I can't ever go back to the cheesy, clichéd, uke-based wussiness of mainstream m/m manga. After this wonderful piece of art, I am done with it. I can't thank Yoneda Kou enough, and I can't wait to read more of this artist's work.