Goyou stood atop a rooftop, his bow taut in his hands as he took aim towards a tumultuous couple embroiled in a passionate dispute near a bustling diner. Their words, a discordant melody of anger and frustration, floated up to him in a torrent of sound that seemed to mirror the swirling emotions within the pair's hearts. Though Goyou's goal was to mend their fissured connection.

As Goyou, Cupid, took careful aim with his bow, his focus unwavering, he was taken by surprise by a presence appearing behind him. A subtle shift in the atmosphere had alerted him, and he swiftly turned to face it. To his dismay, he beheld not a threat, but rather his eternal rival, Agape, the Anti-Cupid. Agape, with his malevolent intent, was infamous for sabotaging the Cupid's work and undermining love itself.

"I'd prefer if you didn't sneak up on me like that."

Goyou exhaled with a tender sigh, turning his gaze back to the couple, their discordant voices still a shrill discord in the serenade of the bustling streets. His eyes narrowed, a determined focus settling upon his target, as he raised his bow once more and released an arrow, watching with a sense of resignation as the quarrel found its mark, the discordant harmony of the couple's strife transforming into a fragile, trembling peace as they began to make up.

Goyou's eyes lingered on the pair locked in a tight embrace, he furrowed his brow, a silent question lingering on his lips, he glanced back at Agape, who already trained his bow on the passionate duo. Goyou held his hand out as a way to block the white-haired man's aim and shield the couple from anymore suffering.

"I wonder, Agape.. What exactly is love?"

An air of desperation hung heavy in the room, and Goyou's gaze fixated on Agape, seeking an answer to the mystery that consumed him. Though Cupid by calling, he was well trained at his job at instilling desire in the hearts of mortals, though Goyou understood very little of the concept of love.