And… if he was already imagining such a future so naturally, then maybe—just maybe—his answer had already been decided all along.
As Laxus held him close, Rocco placed a hand over his pounding heart, feeling its rapid rhythm beneath his fingertips.
...
"The bath attendant duty is mine! It's only natural that I should be the one to do it!"
"Don't be ridiculous, you pervert! Our master has been deeply wounded by the previous incident—there's no way I'm leaving this to you!"
How long had Rocco been standing there now, stark naked, hugging a fluffy towel to his chest?
For the past several days, these two had gotten into an argument every single time bath time rolled around.
But today, the insults were especially vicious.
It seemed that, after all their repetitive and fruitless bickering, they had finally realized just how pointless their fights were.
Yet here they were again, at it like sworn enemies meeting after a hundred years, ready to kill each other on the spot.
