Kimi koso Boku no Koimonogatari

3/10 stars

There's a way to make short stories wonderful, sweet magical- but there's also a way to make them rushed, cringe, and unsatisfactory. Kimi Koso is the latter.

This one-volume manga is comprised of three short stories: the first is about a woman trying to convince a popular romance author to start writing again; the second is about a woman falling for her boss; and I genuinely can't remember what the third one is about. That's how unimpressive it was.

But because I have nothing better to do with my time, let's break these stories down.

The first:
The 3 stars I have generously given to this manga is for this short story only- well, really for its last scene.

Unlike the rest, the pacing of the story wasn't that bad, not was the plot itself. An editor trying to get an author who disappeared from the scene back into the writing game could have been an amazing permise! But it was just very meh. Nothing special, nothing that really made me smile. Even the "nice girl and mean guy" trope that was used didn't gage any positive reaction- it was only the very last couple of pages that I actually enjoyed.

The second:
It goes without saying that the stories progressively get worse.

Whether it's the way the story is rushed or the shitty writing, this one is about a woman who tries on tights for a living? She's like a PR agent? And her legs have to be skinny? But she also works in an office with a horrible boss who likes her for some reason? I mean, the woman and her love interest never talk, like ever.

And don't get me wrong- I'm a sucker for a mean love interest, but I do like to draw the line between mean and sexual harassment- a line which is very much crossed in this story. Other lines that are crossed are ones surround body-shaming, women in the workplace, and anything else of the misogynistic nature. I know that manga- shoujo especially- has a problem with this but it's very difficult to overlook when there's absolutely nothing else to enjoy.

The third:
I'm not joking- I genuinely can't remember.