Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 320: Crying, Kisses, and Chaos

"I’m so sorry..." Rocco sniffled, his eyes tearing up.

Laxus wrapped him in a tight, comforting hug as he trembled with guilt.

Rocco clung to him and murmured softly into his chest, "...I’m sorry for worrying you..."

Laxus’s face lifted at the words, and he offered Rocco a meltingly warm smile before placing a soft kiss on his lips.

"Mmm... you don’t need to apologize," Laxus whispered. "If anything, I’m the one who should be saying sorry."

Rocco blinked his eyes up at him, confused.

Why was Laxus apologizing?

But then it hit him.

Right.

He had gotten hurt because he’d thrown himself in front of an attack to protect Laxus.

Was that what Laxus felt so guilty about?

Geez... what a dummy.

He didn’t need to feel bad about that at all.

Rocco puffed out his chest with a little "hmph!" and reached up to pat Laxus’s head with a reassuring smile.

"You don’t need to say sorry, Laxus! I saved you because I wanted to! That’s it!" he declared. "I just... didn’t want to see you crying from being hurt, that’s all. Mnnngh..."

By the end, his voice had turned quiet and embarrassed, his cheeks burning bright red.

But even that had clearly reached Laxus, who smiled even more tenderly in response.

The look in his eyes was warm, a little misty, and so full of affection it almost overflowed.

"Yeah... yeah. Thank you... and I’m sorry," Laxus said, his voice barely more than a breath.

His eyes glistened with emotion, and he looked so sweet and sincere that Rocco gave up resisting completely and flopped against him with a soft grunt.

Fine, fine. You win. I’m generous, after all.

Rocco closed his eyes and let out a sigh.

You can kiss me as much as you want.

And so, until the thundering sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway, Rocco quietly endured Laxus’s endless wave of kiss attacks—muffled and breathless, but not fighting it anymore.

"Rocco!"

There wasn’t even time to take a breath before the room’s door burst open like it had been kicked off its hinges, and Sylas came practically tumbling in.

His usual cool, emotionless expression was gone.

Instead, he rushed over with a ghostly pale face, dark circles under his eyes, and clear panic written all over him.

Honestly, he looked so much like a zombie that Rocco got a little spooked.

"O-Oh... big bro—mmf!"

Laxus was gently pushed aside as Rocco tried to crawl across the bed, but before he could even get down, Sylas had already sprinted across the room and wrapped him in an intense bear hug.

Ack—too tight... a bit much... Rocco wheezed, the strength in that hug making it hard to breathe.

Just as he started to feel like he might actually get squished, Sylas suddenly seemed to realize what he was doing and eased up his embrace.

Whew... good... Crisis averted.

Rocco did not get crushed to death by his own brother.

"Ah, Rocco... thank goodness..." Sylas murmured. "I heard that familiar ’Whaaat?!’ shout echo through the mansion out of nowhere and rushed here thinking something terrible had happened... but you’re awake. Truly, I’m so relieved."

"H-Hey, wait—don’t repeat that part!" Rocco protested, his face burning with embarrassment. "That’s super embarrassing!"

Seriously, Sylas didn’t need to narrate the entire dramatic moment like a play-by-play.

Rocco had been hoping for a cooler, more touching reunion scene: something heartfelt, emotional—something worthy of tears.

Instead, everyone’s first sign that he’d woken up was that ridiculous "Whaaat?!" scream.

That’s not cool.

Not cool at all.

Sniffling with the weight of his own uncoolness, Rocco lifted his head—only to feel something wet dripping onto his cheeks.

Confused, he blinked his eyes.

Wait a sec... This is indoors, right? Why’s it raining...?

He tilted his gaze up—and froze in shock.

Sylas, the ever-stoic, impossibly composed Sylas, was crying.

Silently, his face twisted with emotion, tears streaming down.

"H-Huh...? Big brother...?"

Before he could say more, Sylas pulled him into another tight embrace, even stronger than the first.

This time, Rocco didn’t resist.

He couldn’t.

The sight of Sylas crying like that had stunned him too deeply.

"I’m so glad... I really thought you wouldn’t wake up anymore... It’s been two weeks..."

The quiet voice, the wet tears falling on his face and nose, all of it gripped Rocco’s chest with a fierce tightness.

Eyes welling up, his brows furrowed and lips trembled.

Don’t make that face... Don’t talk like that... You’re gonna make me cry too...

"Uu... uuuh..."

"Ahh... Rocco... My precious Rocco... I’m so glad..."

"Bwaaah!"

And that was the final straw.

Rocco broke down in a sobbing mess, tears gushing like a waterfall.

He launched himself into Sylas’s arms with full force, clinging to him like a baby koala.

"B-big brotheeerrrr!"

The crying was so intense it felt like the room might flood.

But Sylas didn’t scold him at all.

He just held Rocco close, whispering soft comforts and even peppering kisses onto his forehead and hair like a true older brother slash prince charming.

So, Rocco gave in.

Let himself cry it out, clinging to Sylas and soaking his shirt.

But just as things were getting nice and tender, a hand suddenly slipped in between them—as if trying to wedge itself into their moment.

"Hey, I think that’s enough. I’ll take over now," Laxus said casually. "Come on, back off already."

Seriously? Rocco blinked his eyes in disbelief.

Laxus had the nerve to say something like that now, in this situation, with that totally obvious ulterior motive in his voice.

Sylas slowly raised his head at Laxus’s words.

The teary look from earlier was completely gone.

In its place was a cold, expressionless face—absolute zero.

And Rocco... was panicking a bit.

After all, not too long ago, he’d had that very vivid dream involving Laxus and Sylas in a rather steamy situation.

Now here they were, locked in another stare-down just like the final scene of that dream.

It was almost too much to take.