Every year on Valentine’s Day, Chuuya Nakahara gets a list—a scroll straight from the higher-ups, etched with names of those fated to find love. As Cupid, it’s his job to make it happen. A push here, a glance there, maybe an arrow or two if someone’s really stubborn.

Chuuya’s good at what he does. Efficient. Precise. He usually wraps up his list by sundown with time to spare for wine and a long bath.

But this year?

This year, one name is giving him hell.

Osamu Dazai.

No matter what Chuuya tries—carefully orchestrated meet-cutes, swoon-worthy soulmates, romantic coincidences—nothing works. Dazai brushes them all off with a lazy smirk, sipping coffee and talking about how soulmates are a scam made up by corporations and lonely people.

And the worst part?

He’s immune to everything. Chuuya’s arrows don’t even graze him. The guy’s like a black hole for love magic—unaffected, unimpressed, untouchable.

Now Chuuya’s stuck watching this annoying, infuriatingly attractive human ruin his perfect record. And for some reason, he can’t bring himself to just give up.

Not because of the job.

But because somewhere along the way, Chuuya stopped wondering who Dazai’s supposed to fall in love with…

And started dreading the answer might be him.