This is a biased rating and review, but hear me out.

When I say that I do not cry to films, series, or books, I mean it. By the time I started watching He's Coming to Me in December 2020, I had seen plenty of movies and read a ton of books from every genre imaginable, and the only tears that I had shed were tears of laughter.

Thus, it is not a stretch for me to declare that this series achieved the impossible. It made me cry – and by crying I do not mean a few tears here and there. I sobbed like a baby, rivers of tears running down my cheeks and vision so blurry that I had to pause the episode to wipe my eyes because I could not see the screen.

This is why He's Coming to Me holds a truly special place in my heart, and I will not hesitate even a little to recommend it. I am sure that it has its flaws in both plot and acting, which more objective reviwers must have pinpointed, but let me tell you: unless you are made of stone, the story of Mes and Thun will captivate you, shake you, break you, and then heal and uplift you. It is a masterpiece, a rare gem, not only among BL series, but also among fictional love stories in general. Outstanding.