Sawa-san, as a gyaru , is a walking semiotic minefield. The gyaru subculture—characterized by tanned skin, dyed hair, bold makeup, and a rebellious attitude—is itself a performance of exaggerated femininity and consumerist freedom. She wears her identity like a designer lure: flashy, artificial, designed to attract attention while deflecting genuine scrutiny. The protagonist, however, is not interested in the lure. He wants the flesh beneath.
Consider the title’s verb tsutte (釣って), the te -form of tsuru (to fish/catch). Unlike the English “catch,” tsuru implies technique, patience, and the use of a tool (the hook). It is not passive. When the protagonist uses this verb for Sawa-san, he objectifies her not cruelly, but with a craftsman’s focus. In raw chapters, his internal monologues often switch between polite forms ( desu/masu ) when speaking to her, and blunt, raw dictionary forms when fantasizing about the catch. This code-switching reveals a man performing politeness while thinking in pure, unadorned desire. tsutte tabetai gal sawa-san raw
Furthermore, Sawa-san’s gyaru speech—dropping the copula da , using cho instead of chotto , ending sentences with jan or ssho —is a deliberate linguistic mask. A translation might render this as “like, totally” or “ya know,” but that flattens the subculture-specific rebellion. In raw, every time Sawa-san slips into more standard Japanese during moments of vulnerability (a rare apology, a quiet thank you), it registers as a minor earthquake. She has dropped the lure. The raw reader feels that tectonic shift; the translated reader might miss it entirely. The phrase tabetai (want to eat) is the story’s psychic core. In Japanese culture, eating raw fish ( sashimi ) is an art of freshness and trust. To eat something raw is to accept it without the safe mediation of fire. Similarly, the protagonist’s desire to “eat” Sawa-san is a desire for unmediated, raw connection—to know her not as a performed gyaru , but as she is beneath all preparation. Sawa-san, as a gyaru , is a walking semiotic minefield
For those who read it raw, that hunger never quite goes away. And that, perhaps, is the point. The protagonist, however, is not interested in the lure