Idealized fairy tail trash from Japan no. 589899783993, for unsocialized shrinking violets imagining themselves to be loners by choice, yet still secretly yearning and waiting for their manic pixie dream - or any other kind really - girls to butt inn and forcefully kickstart their lives.
Now that we have ticked off the soundbite part, what really irks me is tremendously idiotic writing. Plot is pretendary and nonexistent so whatever, but holly duck, those characters are shallow, artificial and poorly animated (not to mention annoying), to the extent of being unappealing. Watching them interact is extremely embarrassing, and it doesn't really help that each and every one of them can be described by combination of two or three traits (which in most cases they are also locked into for the course of story). All of this in character driven comic that isn't a comedy, so it kinda feels like an insult.
Escapism in one of its least fine forms. Title almost as trashy as that one about pancreas consumption, but here at least no ones pretending for it to be anything more than momentary release from readers own thought stews brewing inside their heads. No aspirations for higher meaning to be excavated, which in this case great, definitely a good judgement on the authors part (possibly the only one).
Either way, waste of time, 5/10.