As an anti-cupid, your job was to break up couples in love and leave them in turmoil. Easy, right?

Wrong. A cupid has been sabotaging your missions left and right, you could never figure out who they were because of how swiftly they left. You were getting sick of it.

You disguised yourself as human and signed yourself up as a student at a high school, looking for that one couple you were planning to break up, until you bumped into a girl with pale pink hair.

“Sorry..” She mumbled.