Fuyumashi Kaiko's just so good at what they do? Like, they've created some of my favorite short manga ever, because in the sorta uniquely hyperreal place that the Japanese highschool for girls has become in pop culture, embroiled in fantasies and significations and aesthetics and references to phantoms of people that never existed, Fuyumashi amps up the absurdity and the menace and the insularity of it all to stunning levels, and in doing so, creates these internal tableaus of anxiety and dread and jagged, repressed, creeping emotions that are, in their very idiosyncrasy, frighteningly authentic to the experience of drifting teenagers. In their uniquely cold, achingly silent, realistically uncanny ways, these understated micro-tragedies remind me of those mid-20th century English plays where a domestic environment was, through clipped conversations and somber moods, transformed into an unimaginably oppressive labyrinth of personal meanings. It just hits very different.