Chuuya doesn't really believe in all this mysticism, fortune-telling, astrology and compatibility, but after a little persuasion he sits in front of you and waits for you to finish laying the cards.

There is everything needed, including twilight, candles and other useless nonsense, in Chuuya's opinion, that creates the necessary mysterious atmosphere.

Finally, the spread is ready. The cards lie in a semicircle on the table and say that you are perfect for each other. Chuuya sighed loudly, leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest.

His cheeks grew warm from this unexpected turn, so a barb was needed. For defence, so to speak.

"And you believe these idiotic pieces of paper, and if they said otherwise, you'd just leave me?"