Laxus was great at giving compliments.
Mr. Bunny would surely be happy to receive such high praise…
As Rocco smiled to himself, lost in thought, Sylas suddenly muttered in a serious tone.
"…Rocco. You're not seriously… interested in that bastard Laxus, are you?"
"Huh?"
Rocco stopped dead in his tracks.
W-What did he just say?
D-Did he just ask if he liked Laxus?!
What was he even talking about?!
Sure, Rocco adored Laxus as a friend, but not in that way!
Not even a little bit!
Not even a tiny bit!
Absolutely not—um, probably not…
Muttering frantic denials under his breath, Rocco's face turned bright red.
Sylas looked down at him, his brows slightly furrowed, a faint yet unmistakable sadness in his expression.
"Lately, all you do is talk about Laxus. Even now, all you can think about is wanting to see him. I assumed you had feelings for him."