His gaze darted around in confusion.
His limbs felt heavy, unresponsive.
Even the simple act of shifting his eyes exhausted him.
With great effort, he turned his head—and immediately, he blinked his eyes in stunned disbelief.
"…?"
The situation made no sense.
He couldn't process it.
First, the surroundings—familiar, instantly recognizable.
This was Laxus's room.
Second, his position—he was lying on a large bed.
And third—he was completely naked.
…And so was Laxus, lying right beside him.
He was embracing him tightly.
Fast asleep, looking utterly content.
Also completely naked.
Yes—somehow, for reasons beyond comprehension, the two of them were lying in bed together, entirely unclothed.
The sheer absurdity of it momentarily overrode the exhaustion weighing down his body.
"Nngh…? L-Laxus…? Laxus, w-what… are you doing…?"
Something felt wrong.
Terribly wrong.
Rocco couldn't get his words out properly.
