The Regent Gets a Fan (Kiyonori Taishi, Season 2 Review)

He’s described as a history-loving geek, but those droplets skating down the temples of katana-wielding Mr. Taishi aren’t sweat.

They’re hotness.

Because Kiyonori is the HOTT. EST.

Hei hei hei, let’s put his hotness to the test!

Excuse me–Mirror, mirror in Japan?

“Taishi HOTTEST in the land!”

See? The mirror confirmed it. Before I even asked, it knew!

In this Season Two story, me and my drama queen of a boyfriend get dumped into a bona fide drama, involving discussions on dumping, actually… but also a club, which you know about if you read his season one story, a fan…becoz he’s so hot, and a scowling, bespectacled mini-Shini.

What fun!

I’m always surprised that someone who so vehemently denied that he had a drop of interest in three-dimensional girls made such swift transition to the articulate, poem-spouting, “professional boyfriend” who magically knows all about every single Basic Girl trope, including the importance of celebrating anniversaries, even the one-week anniversary, and “No, honey, those jeans definitely don’t make you look fat!”

As we found out in the prologue of season two, the headmistress got it in her head to have all of the best students who weren’t putzing around, and two teachers, move into the brand-new high-rise dormitory/luxury apartment that she’d had built without telling anyone. Scheming little minx.

I want you to guess who those teachers were; here’s a hint: One of them was dripping with the hotness not five minutes ago, and the other is currently typing up an account of it and how it affected her…

I found it surprising that all of the children were suddenly allowed to move into a dorm.

And that she, herself, didn’t realize that putting one male teacher and one female teacher in the position of resident assistant, basically, was not only asking for trouble even if it wasn’t yet brewing, but it also gave the students ample opportunity to imagine all sorts of goings-on. Didn’t the biology teacher called Saito get fired one short week ago for violating the no-dating rule? It may have been more wise to have assigned three males and three females, to include Shinichi and that sparkly-glasses older one. Mrs. Zama or something? The busybody musical teacher, at any rate.

I mentioned the dumping discussion a few minutes ago, and even though that question is probably always in every single reader’s mind at every single moment while reading this series anyway, the answer that my boyfriend finally cooked up was really funny.

But it got me thinking, too, because despite the illogical or at least not all that well-thought-out premise of the scheming headmistress’ ban on dating, there’s only so much that she could control.

I mean, no dating probably means no going out on dates and no using the words boyfriend or girlfriend, and no hanky-panky, obviously, but is there even a ban on getting crushes? Because that peppy coach (Motai?) obviously has a mega crush on me. Does it mean that married people have to get divorced? Because, except for the devil wears Prada, I can’t think of any jobs worth divorcing over.

Aaahhhhhh! I really don’t like when a story teller brings out silly things just so there can be a story in the first place; there are enough obstacles to good relationships and happiness with loved ones and just, well, true togetherness.

Leaving that line of thinking behind, though, I did enjoy this route and I am heartily glad that katana boy and I won’t be breaking up anytime soon!

I love yoooooou, Regent!!!