You’re very welcome. :)

You’re not being ambiguous at all. In fact, I think I’ve got what you’re trying to say, spot on. The song I had, on my blog, prior to the change, (the one I’d been asked a lot of questions about) is definitely Wicked Games by Mimi Page. I’ll post a link:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iwJhpdhyMXk&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Oh my goodness, where to start? I believe I’ve addressed a post - narrowing down this topic - before. That post was: [x]

          However, more than what I’ve said before, I want to share the feelings attached to this manga. I find myself, often, flipping through the pages of a manga (whether IRL or over the web) aimlessly and absent of emotion.

          How can I properly word the phrase, unable to offend those I do not wish to offend? I apologize Shoujo Manga readers, but I’m beginning to digest that style like a flavourless cocktail - a medicine meant to remedy a not-so-ill person.

          Flip, flip, flip. At first, every page turn enticed me. Manga, when I was about 9 years old, belonged in a world so different from my own. Escapism - that is what we seek in books. But, with each entry into a new book, we are thrilled to delve into a new world.

          There is no such thing as a “new world” in Shoujo Mangas. Each is blatantly no different than the other. It’s like the Mangakas are checking off a check list to make their books no different than others.

• Whimsical heroine
• Class delinquent
• Uniforms 
• Stolen Kiss
• Misunderstanding (“I can’t love you” and other nonsense.)
• Resolution with a kiss and an irrelevant drawing of the sky. 

          I apologize, this is not a rant, but rather a ray meant to enlighten the uniqueness of Oboreru Knife. There it is; the diamond in a hay stack. Not only is the heroine courageous, but the story negates any prior knowledge about Shoujo Mangas. The main point being: they’re on a fucking island (a limiting, but not entirely secluded, civilization from the rest of Japan.)

          Natsumi, the female lead, is not a wide-eyed, helpless girl who depends on every male character within a quarter of an inch of her. She models, kicks ass, and begins the story as a child - like her male counterpart, Kyou.

          This is a coming of age romance. Not the usual: boy meets girl, high school love triangles, and then an ending (where they’re still in high school) with the promise of eternal love. Bullshit.

          I love the chemistry between Kyou and Natsumi because, more often than not, it does not work. They continue to be frustrated, hate each other’s faults, but will love - nonetheless. Because listen up kids! Love is not a glittery fantasy. It is real life, involving real people and is a result of compromise - not fate, not by design, and certainly not by introducing oneself as a new student, ending it with, “Please take care of me,” and bewildering another student who will only love you for your temporary looks. 

          Oboreru Knife is it. It is just it. People who find themselves bored by the formulaic romances, in Mangas, look no further. Because I FUCKING ASSURE YOU, Oboreru Knife is it.