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I have to say that this anime season has had a disappointing trend of otherwise stellar shows with less-than-stellar endings. First came Chuu2koi, whose conclusion wasn’t terrible, but went overboard in trying to re-establish the lighthearted tone of its first several episodes. Now we have My Little Monster, which was actually already struggling by about two-thirds of the way through the season – as the later episodes wore on, the key relationship between Haru and Shizuku just about stagnated, and the main cast’s antics lost their freshness as a result. I know there’s a possibility that the show’s producers are leaving open a hook for a second season, but the fact that they ran out of momentum partway through the first doesn’t speak well to a potential sequel’s prospects. With that in mind, I can only recommend watching My Little Monster if you stop about halfway through the series, while it’s still hilarious and quite perceptive.

That being said, it’s better than what I’m expecting from the three episodes of Say “I love you.” that I haven’t yet gotten around to.

My Little Monster episode 6. Poor Natsume…

Guys, guys, I already have enough trouble keeping Say “I love you.” and My Little Monster distinct from each other without the former using the name of the latter’s protagonist in passing.

My Little Monster (Tonari no Kaibutsu-kun) is an odd beast, if you’ll forgive the pun, and not just because the first episode feels like someone’s compressed an entire movie into twenty-two minutes. In more than a few ways, it reminds me of Maid Sama! from a couple of years ago, particularly in the personalities of its main pair: Haru is Usui, except twice as erratic and possessing half the social graces, and Shizuku is Misaki with loner tendencies and a stronger sardonic streak. Also like Maid Sama!, My Little Monster also has a mild self-awareness problem — not the lack of it that’s stereotypically associated with shoujo, but an almost positive excess of it. For instance, it’s almost unbelievable that Haru, poor communicator that he seems to be, manages to so often get straight to the point of his rather complex emotions. I say “almost,” because the idea that he can dispel the usual romantic confusion of teenagers so readily with his child-like credulity makes some sense. In any case, it makes for an entertaining show where Haru, intentionally or unintentionally, is constantly keeping Shizuku on her feet. I do hope that the teasing doesn’t get as one-sided as it did in Maid Sama!, but otherwise this is a promising, if puzzling, opener.