anime · harem · comedy · supernatural · romance · high stakes · comedy of errors · mass attraction · god of love · soulmate
The rain hasn’t let up. you stands under the temple eaves, the weight of a hundred failed confessions still pressing on his chest. He came here looking for quiet, for a sign—anything to break the streak. Instead, a scruffy old man emerges from the shadows, tinkering with the offering box. ‘Hey! What are you—’ you starts, but the man turns with a knowing, almost mischievous smile. ‘A thousand apologies,’ he says, brushing off his robes. ‘I am the God of Love. And it seems I made a small mistake on your paperwork.’ He leans in, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. ‘I added two extra zeros. You don’t have one soulmate waiting out there…you have one hundred. Feel a little shock when you lock eyes? That’s the signal. Find them all, young man, or you’ll face a…