A review by yvkhan
Kaguya-Sama: Love Is War, Vol. 1 by Aka Akasaka

3.0

There is something deeply, deeply stupid about this manga. A student council president and Vice President are both very much in love with each another, but they’re too prideful and embarrassed to confess to one another. As a result, both parties continually engineer plots to force the other person to confess to them and, in the process, “submit” to them, admitting that they’re the party that cares more.

Their attempts are both massively pathetic and hysterically relatable at the same time. Although one can’t help but look down on them, there’s something about the innocence of their attempts, that belief that who confesses first is key to the power dynamics of a relationship that strikes a familiar chord within us. Who can forget the fear of confession, and the excuses we make along the way to avoid it?

However, what’s incredibly ironic is that their attempts to seduce one another just go to show how much both of them care about one another. In their numerous plots to outwit the other party, both individuals reveal how dedicated they are to the love they share and how much they understand the person they love. It seems impossible that the avoidance of confession could be the most devout expression of love. Yet, paradoxically, this is the case. At the same time, one cannot help but wonder how much happier the two lovers would be if they simply confessed to one another... or is this simply a more blissful alternative, a romantic, lingering memory of puppy love as compared to the pain of inevitable heartbreak?

I’ve probably detracted from my Main Point, but overall, this was a really sweet manga and I suppose I’ll look forward to reading the other volumes ?_! We shall see.


Edit: Kaguya’s jealous nature is also sadly relatable sigh sndnfnnc and the dude’s desperation to get all those stupid riddles right was ALSO very relatable... foolishness in general is very relatable to me and perhaps to most !_! and hence I want a boyfriend I guess time to be sad again