Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 321: Tears, Threats, and Too Many Kisses

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. freewёbnoνel.com

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.

It’s hard to believe this was the same guy who, just moments ago, had been all sweet and sultry, sneakily kissing Rocco like it was the most natural thing.

Rocco with face scrunching with a nervous "uh oh," glanced over at him—just in time to see Sylas gently set him down on the bed and stand up.

Huh? Where’s he going?

He just got his little brother back after two weeks!

With his cheeks puffed out in protest, Rocco clung to him, but Sylas only smiled softly and gently peeled him off.

He patted Rocco’s head, then pressed a light kiss on the top.

"Rocco, be a good boy and wait here. I’m going to call Father. Don’t move around or cause trouble, alright?"

"Mmm..."

What’s that supposed to mean?

He thinks I’m gonna freak out or something?

Rocco crossed his arms, clearly offended.

What, does he think I’m a wild boar? That’s rude. Very rude. Hmph.

He flopped onto the bed with a huff as Sylas left the room, dragging Laxus behind him.

"I don’t wanna goooo! I wanna stay with Roccoooo!" Laxus whined like a toddler, kicking and fussing the whole way out.

Rocco gave him a look that could only be described as slightly disturbed, waving goodbye with a limp hand.

Once word spread that Rocco had finally woken up after two weeks, the entire mansion erupted in tears and joy.

The overwhelming cheers and celebration made Rocco shrink back, overwhelmed.

Is this really that big of a deal? he’d asked meekly—only to get flicked on the forehead by both Sylas and his father with synchronized "Of course it is!" replies.

"Ow... that hurt..."

Still, when he thought about it from another angle, he got it.

What if it hadn’t been him, but Sylas? If Sylas had been the one hurt, unconscious for two weeks...

Just imagining that made Rocco’s chest seize in fear.

The idea of someone important collapsing like that—it was terrifying.

Realizing how scared everyone else must’ve been, he couldn’t help but feel guilty.

He wrapped his arms around them all in a tight hug.

"I’m sorry... I’m really sorry, guys..."

"Sob... I’m sorry, Laxus..."

"It’s fine, really. Don’t apologize. Don’t cry, okay? Look—your cute little face is all scrunched up."

With the initial shock passed and the news shared, Rocco turned to Laxus and hugged him again, burying himself in the comfort of familiar arms.

Laxus had nearly been pushed out by Sylas and their father not long after Rocco woke up, but Rocco had firmly stepped in to stop that.

They lived apart, after all.

Unlike Sylas and Father, Rocco couldn’t be with Laxus all the time.

He had to stock up on hugs now while he had the chance.

Back in his room, he pulled Laxus to the sofa and curled up in his lap, clinging to him tightly.

It had already been quite a while since he started sobbing into Laxus’s shirt.

Laxus’s collar was drenched with tears, but he didn’t seem to care.

He just kept stroking Rocco’s head with a gentle smile.

"Come on, Rocco... lift your face. Let me see that cute expression of yours?"

Rocco shook his head furiously, refusing.

His face was a mess.

There was no way he could let anyone see it like this.

He shake his head.

No way.

Still, after a while, Laxus reached out and lifted Rocco’s cheeks up with firm fingers.

Eek... that was kinda forceful... now I’m crying again...

"Look at this mess... You’re all soaked," Laxus chuckled softly. "What is it? Were you worried I might hate you for making us all worry so much?"

"Mmm... mmph..."

"Honestly... I told you already, didn’t I? If anyone should be apologizing or saying thank you, it’s me. The idea of me hating you? That’s impossible."

Laxus pressed little kisses to Rocco’s forehead and cheeks.

Rocco blushed, looking down and mumbling.

He smacked Laxus’s chest with his fists, half-pouting and full of fire.

"Idiot! I’d never hate you! Don’t you get it?! I love you, Laxus! A whole lot!!"

Breathing hard with a "hmph hmph," he shouted it as loud as he could.

Laxus only smiled, soft and warm, and whispered, "I know."

That calm, confident reaction made Rocco puff his cheeks in frustration.

He’d cried so much, shouted so much... and Laxus had stayed cool and composed the whole time.

So unfair. Hmph.

"Rocco’s totally in love with me," Laxus teased. "He wants to keep me all to himself. He even gets jealous. You’re so easy to read, it’s adorable."

Caught off guard by a sudden flurry of kisses, Rocco instinctively accepted them with a muffled "mmf."

Ugh... Rocco still didn’t understand what triggered Laxus’s excitement.

The sudden kisses always caught him off guard, leaving him flustered and confused.

And seriously—what did Laxus mean by "easy to read"?!

Rocco had never said he wanted to monopolize him! And jealousy? No way! None whatsoever! ...Right? ...Right!!

Grumbling in frustration, Rocco puffed out his cheeks and gave Laxus a few light, meaningless slaps on the chest.