Unwelcome Feelings

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."