Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 215: The Shifted Bond

Laxus genuinely meant it.

But how did things even end up like this?

This meant there had been a major shift in the original story’s relationship chart.

Instead of Laxus x Sylas, the current situation was Laxus x Rocco.

The protagonist’s role as the "bottom" had shifted from Sylas to Rocco—an incredibly alarming development.

Well, to be fair, Sylas in reality didn’t have a single ounce of "bottom" energy.

In the original story, he had that tsundere, cool-but-secretly-soft vibe.

But in reality?

He was just straight-up tsundere, cool, and permanently pissed off.

Right now, Sylas wasn’t giving off submissive energy at all—if anything, he was overwhelmingly dominant.

But more than that...

"My brother and Laxus... they don’t look like they’re in love with each other at all."

"Huh? What’s with the creepy talk all of a sudden, Rocco?"

Once again, Rocco had found himself at the Del Fiore estate under Laxus’s usual threat—"You owe me a lot, don’t you?"

Munching on some delicious cookies, he let out a deep sigh, voicing his recent concerns.

That was the real issue.

There was no romantic progress happening between the supposed protagonist pairing!

Laxus showed no signs of being obsessed with Sylas, and Sylas definitely didn’t seem to harbor any feelings for Laxus.

If anything, rather than an inseparable, fated duo, they just seemed like old childhood acquaintances who could never fully shake each other off.

Rocco furrowed his brows and pondered.

No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t figure out where things had gone wrong.

When did the route veer off course...?

Although, if he started questioning that, he’d have to admit that the fact he himself had avoided a karma-filled bad ending was already a massive deviation—a glitch in the system, in a way.

The story had already diverged from the original in so many ways.

It wasn’t all that surprising for a shift like this to occur.

It shouldn’t be surprising.

But still...

It felt complicated.

He couldn’t just see it as a simple matter.

After all, in the original story, Laxus was supposed to find solace in Sylas—his one true love, the only person who could fill the loneliness he’d carried since birth.

And Sylas, in turn, would find in Laxus an absolute source of comfort—the one person to whom he could bare his soul completely.

They were supposed to be that kind of relationship.

Two people, each burdened with their own loneliness, who would come to treasure each other as their one and only.

But if Rocco’s unintended interference had ruined that...

If he had erased their destined solace...

That thought alone was terrifying.

Had he, without realizing it, taken away the one thing that was supposed to heal them both?

"...Hey, Laxus."

"Hm? What’s with the sudden serious tone?"

"Are you... lonely? Do you ever feel like there’s an empty space inside you?"

Laxus blinked his eyes at him, looking puzzled.

"...Huh? What’s this about all of a sudden?"

When Rocco suddenly asked the question, Laxus let out a soft chuckle, amused.

But as soon as he noticed the serious expression on Rocco’s face, he fell silent.

After a brief moment of contemplation, Laxus eventually smiled gently and replied.

"Hmm... yeah, maybe in the past. That feeling—like something was missing, like my heart had an empty space? I definitely felt that way when I was alone."

"...! Th-Then, do you still—?"

That was exactly what Laxus had confessed in the original story’s flashback.

A deep, hollow loneliness.

He had said that back then, he felt it every single day.

Rocco’s face turned paled instantly.

A sharp guilt clenched at his chest, making him look down.

Had he really taken away the bond that was supposed to heal Laxus?

As Rocco started trembling, Laxus tilted his head in confusion, then reached out and gently patted his head.

"Nope. Not at all. Not anymore. Because now, I have you, Rocco."

"...Huh?"

"You’re here, aren’t you? You saved me. Don’t tell me you didn’t realize it?"

Rocco blinked his eyes, completely stunned.

That was... way too unexpected of an answer.

His mouth fell open as he gawked at Laxus in disbelief.

Seeing his dumbfounded expression, Laxus chuckled again and shifted closer—way too close.

Sure, they were sitting next to each other, but there was no need for this much proximity, was there?

Yet Laxus closed the distance even further, pressing his face against Rocco’s hair.

His voice was calm, yet filled with a deep, almost blissful warmth as he spoke.

"Rocco never once denied beastmen. You called my red eyes the color of a hero. Even when you saw me fully transformed, you never looked at me with disgust. And of all things... I’m a red-eyed wolf."

"W-What are you talking about? Hating someone just because their eyes are a little different is weird. And wolves... wolves are really cool. I’m sure lots of people think so..."

"No. No, they don’t. I’ve never met someone like you before—someone like an angel. And even if I do in the future, I wouldn’t care. Because I already have you."

With that, Laxus pressed a series of light kisses into Rocco’s hair.

And then, in the softest, most affectionate voice, he delivered the final blow.

"I’ve told you so many times already. I love you, Rocco. I really do. I love you."

Rocco stiffened as Laxus held him close.

His entire body flushed bright red, his heart pounding so fast he thought it might explode.

No—his face wasn’t just red.

It felt like his whole body was burning.

"Ah... ah, u-uh..."

"Rocco...?"

His body trembled, his vision slightly blurred.

Whether from embarrassment or something else entirely, his eyes grew misty.

He was sure of one thing, though—his expression right now had to be completely ridiculous.

And yet, Laxus had seen that ridiculous face.

Rocco had been trembling, his breath hitching with choked sobs, and Laxus, seemingly worried, reached out and gently pinched Rocco’s cheek, lifting his face to look at him.