This wasn't like Laxus.
It was cruel.
Laxus was being cruel.
He had to know hr was panicking.
He had to know it hurt.
So why wasn't he stopping?
"Laxus, Laxus, stop…!"
Laxus's long fingers pushed in and out, moving without hesitation.
Seconds passed—painful, agonizing seconds—before Rocco finally let out a choked sob.
The moment his quiet cries filled the room, Laxus's fingers suddenly froze.
"…? L-Laxus, what's wro—Ah!?"
Rocco, still sniffling, rubbed his eyes and turned his gaze toward Laxus—only to see him suddenly double over in pain.
With a muffled groan, Laxus collapsed onto the sheets.
He clutched his chest, his body writhing as though he were struggling to breathe.
Panic surged through Rocco, and he scrambled forward, wrapping his arms around Laxus's trembling body.
"Laxus! Laxus, what's wrong!?"
He called out over and over again, his voice rising in desperation.
Laxus's face had gone completely pale.
