One interesting place to start talking about Shimamura is that her name is always written in hiragana. I’m not Japanese and can’t talk to all of the cultural implications behind that; but I’m reminded of a different show, where after a girl lost her memory her brother encouraged her to start writing her name in hiragana instead of kanji until she felt like she had an identity of her own again. I think that’s the fulcrum of Shimamura’s personality. She spent so much time making herself so small and taking up so little space, that she stopped being able to talk about what she wants or even to really want anything at all. Her efforts for Adachi are so small. But she is trying for her.
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One complaint that I have seen about Adachi and Shimamura is that the romance is unpalatably slow, and in a lot of ways I think that’s a fair complaint. But I think it also misses what the show is about. Part of the problem is that Adachi spends so much of her time being too gay to function. But the other part is that Adachi has very much wrapped herself up in the sense of intricate rituals, struggling to maintain any kind of plausible deniability while simultaneously craving a kind of intimacy that seems out of reach to her. Adachi isn’t always a good person. She’s desperate and jealous and possessive bordering on controlling. But she’s also, at heart, a frightened little girl who’s never been loved in any way she understands. She’s scared of being rejected, of being outed, of admitting to herself that she’s in love with another girl. Still she reaches out to Shimamura, slowly and unevenly, in the hope that her love might be reciprocated - or, at least, that she won’t die with it trapped inside.