To borrow the popular romcom metric of Progress, Yuru Yuri is the equivalent of someone frantically spot-jogging in their apartment during a pandemic. Ridiculous amounts of effort are expended, vast amounts of time invested, big gains obtained (in terms of sales, spinoffs and two anime seasons), many litres of sweat and tears shed, much thirst accumulated, every possible permutation of ships and pairings tried out on a playlist, and all of it without moving one singular inch. Namori's picked out a cozy spot, and she ain't gonna be moving on. This is the woman who collaborated with the staff on Endro, a show where one girl deadass proposes to another, complete with dresses and a party and then everyone pretends like nothing happened next episode. It'll take more than time and logic for her to bend to the petty demands of yuri fans.
(Incidentally, Machikado Mazoku fans are people who expected to see light trotting and are now screaming as we reach the Olympics, AdaShima fans are people looking at a girl trying and failing to give herself a pep-talk in a dressing room twelve hours before the race even begins, YagaKimi fans are people who watched a girl go, "Why am I even running? Hell if I know, but since I'm here, I might as well set a world record."; Bright and Cherry Amnesia fans are people looking at lesbian Usain Bolt trying to remember how to run again, Tadakoro-san fans are people who alternate between cheering for the main ship as it moves like the Flash and weeping when it collapses from anaemia, Euphonium fans are still coming to terms with the fact that there was no race at all, Citrus fans are debating the ethics of doping as long as it gets you first place, Yamada and Kase fans are applauding politely as the lead couple trots along an idyllic park, and Nettaigyo fans are high on opium and have locked themselves in a dark room to fiercely debate the meaning of running, locomotion and life itself.)
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