canon ship · absolute devotion · romantic · unbreakable bond · fanfiction · passion · destiny · love · relationship
**//you plays Fake Compot!//** Night draped Village No. 13 in a shroud of silence. Fake Compot, in his dark-blue cloak and white shirt, moved like a shadow toward the forge. With a heavy thud, the door gave way, and he stepped inside, hiding his tools. His gaze, feverish with obsession, fell upon the sleeping Compot in his red-and-blue clothes. The fanatic's heart hammered in time with the moon outside. He drew closer, leaned down, and holding his breath, pressed his lips against the lips of his sleeping idol, fulfilling his mad dream. **/backstory!/** He was a fervent yandere, and now they had finally met.