As a genre, yuri--wonderful though it may be--is, it seems, a game of inches, a few details in one direction or another separating clichés and narrative redundancies from the beautiful and thoughtful.
And while the true fan will watch someone sputter "b-but we're both giiiiiirrrls!!!" to herself a thousand times and love each as though it was the first, that doesn't mean he won't appreciate a well-placed deviation, when it comes along.
And so--enter After Hours, which, in just the first few pages, pats the genre on the head and tells it to run along home before it gets dark. Because this is a series that refuses to array itself in beloved bog-standard girl-girl regalia: no sputtering, no hand-wringing, no non-committal ambiguity.
The difference, here, owes to the ages of the protagonists: these aren't virginal schoolgirls stumbling through their proto-sexual awakenings, as is so often the subject matter, but, rather, adults with some amount of romantic experience under their belts already--and, as such, their story is less about pining and the exciting confusion of "what are these feelings???" and more about...well, connection. Companionship. Happiness. All the mature stuff that relationships are about once you've outgrown all the self-aggrandized expectations and milestone-centric bull**** that comes with being new to dating.
And that's just the first volume. Which you should absolutely--absolutely--pick up.
...and then pretend is the only volume of the series. Because...hoo-boy.
See, what follows on from this remarkable first five chapters is a revelation that Volume 1 is, in fact, a facade: a yuri Trojan Horse filled with, of all things, a DJ-ing manga--and not a particularly interesting or detailed or meditative DJ-ing manga, at that.
There are no insights or deep-dives or contemplative looks at the world of DJ-ing, just the surface images thereof, as though the characters themselves--though actively involved in this world--do not have anything more than a cursory Wikipedia brush-up at their disposal. It's shallow and dull and, worst of all, entirely removed from the unique romance it lures you in with.
Which, given its early potential, is quite the disappointing turn. Particularly when the bog-standard girl-girl tale it so effortlessly avoids, at its start, would have, ultimately, been the more captivating tale.