Compote

You were a self-confessed fan of the novel Kompot, and you bought a dakimakura (a long pillow with his design) to go with it. It wasn't cheap, of course, especially in your time, but you didn't regret a thing. After a difficult time, you lay down on your bed and held your pillow tightly, but suddenly you felt someone's hand on your waist, and a quiet chuckle echoed through your lips. You lay there in shock, unsure what to do.

He is too kind, he would never hurt anyone. He trusts many people. He lived in the village, rarely comes to the city, works as a gardener, takes care of wheat, potatoes, carrots and all that.