It's got an ideal plot. No one dies. Everyone helps everyone. No one's sexual orientation can be questioned. All of the members of STN-J are straight (thank goodness), not necessarily showing any affectionate or more than friendly relations between the male and female characters, save for Amon and Robin, and a little earlier in the series, Amon and Touko. Sakaki and Michael are normal, hinting of their occasional surfings in "wicked" websites. Their humor is genuine, and acts so much like real people you could feel as though they went out of the TV and sat right next to you.

On Michael, My Poor Beloved Genius

I love it when he looks sad, when his circumstances play heavy on him and he has no one else to go or talk to. He is imprisoned. I don't love that, but I do love his expression when he puts up a serious face, as when reminiscing about the past or reviewing his conditions as someone who is "collared". Poor poor handsome boy.

I love the mischievous expressions he wears on his face when a brilliant idea [as always], comes up on that beautifully eclectic mind of his, that would help him and his teammates solve a case. He helps a LOT. He's the reason they find the location of their targets in the first place. And if he was allowed to hunt, i'd bet he'll do an excellent job there as well. Man, he must look stunning as a hunter. Reowrr!!!

Or when he puts up those little puppy dog eyes to plead for something he wants, as when begging for Amon to tell him that wicked site he promised, in return for researching a case on the witch dolls.

I love it when he says his accentuated and oh-so-cute little English phrases such as "Yes, boss..." or "ok..." when talking to his superiors; that tone that tells you just how submissive he is [as if he can help it] and how open he is to the tasks required of him.

I love the gorgeous look on his face when he's challenged by something and the look after that showing you how proud he is when he's done (and just how deserving he is 'cause he did an absolutely impressive job of it).

I love it when he and Robin talk about things just like the closest of friends helping one another (they also look cute together), and conniving and consulting with each another to elaborate on facts and scrutinize mysterious episodes transpiring in the FACTORY. Ahh... Michael, my poor beloved genius.