Seiji Sawamura has one desire in life, and that’s a girlfriend. Only problem is that the entire female population is terrified of a guy who was one-punching dudes before Saitama was a poorly drawn egghead. One girl, Midori Kasugano, does admire his strength and his responsibility wielding it and crushes on him so hard that she winds up on his right hand, because that’s how love works, right?
The Tsundere Male:
Here’s something you don’t see too often. Seiji’s reaction to any sort of affection from Midori is appallingly feigned indifference, and it’s more annoying than endearing. In fact, I question Midori’s taste in men. He’s not exactly sweet toward her, and later on, she exhibits a disdain toward violence despite Seiji’s safeguarding the weak being what attracted her to him in the first place. I also now understand where Shinichi Sakurai took advice on how to react to the women in your life.
The Contrived Conveniences:
Put as nicely as possible, this manga’s writing is lazy. Whenever a character needs persuasion on why pepperoni is the best pizza topping, some chap carrying a chunk of cured pork will slip on a puddle, toss the chunk into a woodchipper, and the perfectly sliced rounds will land on the character’s cheese slice just as it enters their mouth, introducing them to the deliciousness that is pepperoni pizza. Every time. It gets to the point where you can practice your soothsaying.
A Simpler Solution?
Midori and Seiji run into a conundrum late into the series where everybody’s constantly asking them if they’re planning on staying man and hand for life. They enjoy being together, but if Midori returns to her body, she forgets about being Seiji’s hand. However, this is a molehill they’re making a mountain out of. Seiji doesn’t lose his memories, so all he needs to do after Midori wakes up in her normal body is to track her down and be like, “Yo, gurl. I like you. We should totally be a thing.” She says yes, then boom, solution. It’s yet another example of the writing not pulling its weight.
Midori Days holds a…I wouldn’t call it a special place in my heart, but it does hold a distinct spot. Its anime was one of the first I saw, and I recently decided I would return to the series via its source material and see how it fared. It has its moments between Midori and Seiji in its final chapters, but as a whole this manga hasn’t aged well. Writing’s lazy, the characters are two-dimensional, and despite Seiji himself having a mean right hook, the jokes have no punch. I was hoping to swim in an island paradise of nostalgia but instead was just splashing around in a dried-up puddle.