Five seconds away from kissing, Rocco thought, shaking.
So scary. So sad. So stressful…
He considered throwing himself between them just to stop the déjà vu.
But before he could, Sylas spoke—cutting through the tension with a razor-sharp voice, "Back off, you bastard. I'll kill you."
Ah—so that's how it is.
What a relief.
Rocco let out a quiet sigh of relief, completely reassured.
Sylas was back to his usual self, and that brought a warm, fuzzy calm to Rocco's chest.
He couldn't help but smile softly, basking in the feeling.
Sylas, now shooting Laxus a look that wasn't just contempt—but something beyond what a person normally directs at another human being—was completely in his usual mode.
Rocco, still beaming inappropriately, watched the scene with a floating kind of joy.
Yep. This was good. This was normal.
Sylas with his maxed-out murderous intent toward Laxus?
Everything was right with the world.
"Cheh, stingy Sylas…"
Laxus frowned, pouting with a grumble.
