"At times when you can't sort out your feelings all you have to do is talk to the people around you."
Golly gee whiz jeepers, kids, if somebody had figured that out that basic element of human interaction about 30 chapters ago--oh, I don't know, maybe when the two of you were sleeping in the same fucking bed every night--things might have gone a little more smoothly, doncha think? Just maybe?
Actually, I think that the resolution of every previously apparently intractable plot conflict, personal misunderstanding, and cultural impediment in a single page of silent panels is the most exquisitely executed piece of authorial trolling I could possibly imagine.
Bravo, Saburouta-sensei. Just . . . bravo.
Blessings forever on Yuzu and Mei and all the forthcoming little YuzuMeilings.
(Udagawa-san having shown himself to be the most accommodating lesbian ally in history already).