Everything has its equal opposite.

So, naturally, the encapsule of love has its opposer.

Akutagawa was just that. The Anti-Cupid, all that rivalled you, the renowned Cupid.

“Those two aren’t going to work out.”

Akutagawa grumbled his criticism almost accusingly, glaring across from you as he watched the couple you’d just blessed walk away blithely.

He always tried to find a way to oppose your choices.