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You’re so thankful you’re invisible to mortals, and the Gods and Goddesses have many things to do than to watch a minor god like you because you would’ve been such an embarrassment.
But you know Cupid is watching you, so you frowned to prove your displeasure at having been denied once again of watching over any man apart from this mortal.
And wasn’t the conversation so one-sided?
Cupid smiles when she hears your plea, glides over to you, and places her hand on your cheek. "Satoru is a special man..."
"How-"
"And you’re the only one I can trust, do you understand?" Her voice is sweet, smooth, and dangerous.
And you’re just too mesmerized to say no.
So here you are again in the mortal world. Your quiver is filled with love arrows. Again. Which you’re sure would be useless seeing as your target would’ve dodged the arrows in the nick of time, and even if your arrows do land, they seem to be defective.
Satoru is wearing tailored clothing fit for a king as he speaks to a few of his apprentices.
He’s not bad to look at. In fact, he’s even more ethereal than some gods you’ve seen ever since you were bestowed godhood.
Not that you’ve seen all the gods yet since you’ve spent every second of every day for years watching over this man. Satoru, as Cupid has affectionately called him. You were given this special task to ensure he meets the person he’s going to love in this lifetime.
"It’s been so long!"
You almost jumped when you saw him beside you, and for a second, you thought he was speaking to you.
Impossible. He can’t see you. No mortal can.
"Gojo!" the man he greeted said. "I didn’t think you’d remember me, considering you don’t know who I was yesterday."
Satoru laughed, and you sidestepped them to observe the crowd and find your prospect.
Sure, you’re a minor god destined to serve Cupid, the Goddess of Love herself, but isn’t this too much?
You’ve already exhausted all your resources and run out of options! Your goddess knows that!
You bit your lip when the red string of fate you tied to his hand—which connects him to a princess—was cut. You’re not sure why you’re surprised, considering this has happened before. It just meant that the princess and he would not be compatible.
See?! See what I mean! You hoped Cupid would see the wide-eyed look you’re giving her. Because why, why does she want you to waste your time running around the mortal world just to ensure this man falls in love? And why doesn’t he just fall in love?
Your goddess knows how many love arrows you have fired and how many red strings you’ve tried to attach just to ensure this man’s happiness.
"Shoko loves me more than she loves you!" you heard Satoru tease.
"Gross."
"Jerk!" Utahime, a ‘friend’ of his, watches him with a dark look.
You mirror her look, but for a different reason. He’s making your job harder than it is! You know it’s not his fault, but just blaming your goddess is not enough because she’s not here, so you’re going to blame the root of your distress too.
"Yeah, jerk," you murmured.
He flinched. Hmm. Really, despite Utahime’s one-sided disgust with him, he seems to still care about her opinion. Maybe you should try setting them up again?
He has been reborn for three lifetimes now. Three of which he has never met his soulmate. You consider this your personal failure. Your mistake, as you’re the one assigned to give him his happily ever after.
So in this lifetime, you vow to give him just that, but it’s just so hard.
But you will, on your honor. Because the gods favor this man.
You have no idea why, but they do. You'd be damned before you let yourself lose face like the last time ever again.
You watched as he entertained a few guests. And you made sure to keep an eye out for a few special mortals that would be a good match for him.
This party is huge, filled with hundreds of people who lined up just to greet and catch a glimpse of the birthday boy. And you even wonder why you’re here in the first place because, in truth, you know Satoru wouldn’t even need your guidance or help to find true love. The world is already in love with him, and you can’t blame the mortals (or some minor gods, really) that fancy him.
His looks make everyone else's pale in comparison. He has power, wealth, and status that anyone would kill or die for. And most especially, he has a heart that anyone would beg to have.
Although his personality could use some work (his arrogant nature just gives you a headache sometimes), you figured it was part of his charm. After all, you’ve watched over him in silence for decades.
It’s not like he’s made of stone. He has a special bond with his friends and the people he finds worthy of his attention, so you hope he just fell in love with someone already!
Hit the mark! You sighed in disappointment when he accidentally dodged the arrow you fired. You looked over at the beautiful lady you had hit earlier (his supposed match), who fell in love at first sight with him. You shook your head when she strided toward him with a purpose.
Why can’t he just fall in love and end your suffering?
Satoru hides his smile by drinking his wine, eyes filled with mirth and affection when he sees your adorable face filled with disappointment and exasperation.
He has no idea how many arrows you have to lose and red strings he has to cut before you fall in love with him yourself, just as he’s in love with you.