No Eating, No Exceptions

He was going to get eaten.

The same fear he had felt when nearly getting devoured by a beast before resurfaced, and his eyes welled up with tears.

Instinctively, he blurted out a desperate plea for his life.

"U-Ugh! I don't wanna get hurt…! P-Please don't eat meeee!!"

"Gh—! H-How can you just say things like that so casually…?!"

Hearing Rocco wail dramatically, Laxus clutched his face with both hands, his entire head turning an even deeper shade of red.

He looked like he was physically writhing in agony.

He seemed to be trying to soothe Rocco, but Rocco who is completely trapped in his own panic, couldn't register any of his words.

The terrifying image of himself getting chomped by Laxus wouldn't leave his mind.

In a desperate attempt to calm himself, he buried his face into Laxus's neck—his usual go-to spot for comfort.

Laxus always smelled nice.