Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]
Chapter 186: Sweets and Surprises

Chapter 186: Sweets and Surprises

Now that Rocco thought about it, Feilu seemed to be the most important person in this café.

Was he the manager?

Or did he hold some other position?

Curious, Rocco tugged at Feilu’s sleeve.

"Hey, hey."

"Yes! What is it?"

"Um, um. Feilu, are you an important person? Are you the manager?"

Blinking in surprise, Feilu froze for a split second before flashing a gentle smile.

"This café is owned by my trading company! Initially, we focused on commerce and imports, but this year, we’ve expanded into the food industry—"

"Ah! Ahh! Abababababa!"

The words business, trade, commerce—all subjects Rocco struggled with—were too much for his brain to handle.

With an imaginary poof, his mind short-circuited, and he dramatically collapsed.

Sylas quickly scooped him up in a panic, while Laxus crossed his arms, fuming.

"You idiot. Our Rocco is a fool. Don’t use complicated words."

"Seriously! I told you before—Rocco’s an airhead! Don’t talk about difficult things like business!"

Feilu’s flustered voice echoed in the distance, "M-My apologies!" Rocco couldn’t quite catch what Laxus and Sylas were saying, but judging from Feilu’s frantic apologies, it probably wasn’t anything good.

For a while, Rocco remained in a dazed, enlightened state, completely knocked out.

But as soon as his long-awaited shortcake arrived, he sprang back to life, his excitement blooming like a field of flowers.

Since the café was reserved just for them, the dessert was served quickly.

Still sitting on Sylas’s lap, Rocco grabbed his fork, his cheeks puffing up with excitement.

"I’m gonna eat now! Is it okay? Can I start munching?!"

"Go ahead, go ahead. Eat as much as you want," Laxus replied, nodding with an oddly grandmotherly air.

Rocco hesitated for a moment, feeling a bit guilty about starting before the others’ orders arrived.

But since it seemed perfectly fine, he wasted no time in taking his first bite.

"Homuuu!!"

"What’s that reaction supposed to mean?"

"It looks like he’s about to melt from happiness—so cute."

The shortcake was pure bliss.

The cream wasn’t overly sweet, striking the perfect balance, and the strawberries weren’t sour at all, so his face didn’t scrunch up.

He felt like calling the chef over just to give them a five-star rating.

Swinging his legs happily, Rocco savored each bite of his shortcake.

Munch, munch...

It was so delicious that he couldn’t stop.

One after another, he ordered a chocolate cake, a tart, and even some cookies, devouring everything with glee.

By the time he was finished, his once-flat stomach had turned round and soft in an instant.

"Pshuu..."

"Ahh! Rocco’s tummy is all soft and squishy—so cute!!"

At some point, Laxus had moved seats, pushing aside the plush bear to sit next to Rocco.

He started poking Rocco’s tummy with delight.

"Mmm... stop that, it tickles."

Sylas, wearing his usual neutral expression but clearly pleased, also began kneading Rocco’s belly.

"What is with you two? I just ate a little too much—stop making a big deal out of it!"

Hmph, hmph! Rocco huffed in protest.

"I’m not chubby! I just ate some delicious food and got a tiny bit rounder, that’s all!"

"Yeah, yeah, of course. Even if you’re all soft and squishy, you’re still adorable, Rocco," Laxus cooed.

"That’s not the point!"

This guy isn’t even listening to me! Rocco pouted, stuffing the last of the cookies and chocolates into his mouth out of defiance.

With all the sweets polished off, he was ready to sink into the fluffiness of the plush bear and drift into a post-dessert nap.

But just as he was about to do so, he suddenly remembered—this wasn’t the time to lounge around! Before anything else, he needed to properly thank Feilu for selling such delicious treats.

Spotting Feilu standing at a slight distance, Rocco waved him over with a cheerful grin.

"Feilu, Feilu! You’re really smart, huh? I’m kind of a dummy, so I don’t really get it, but business sounds really tough, right?"

"Uh...?"

"And making such yummy treats—Feilu, you’re such a good person! I like you, Feilu! Since you sell delicious sweets, I really like you!"

Beaming with joy, Rocco grabbed Feilu’s hand and forced him into a handshake, squeezing tightly.

For some reason, Feilu’s face twisted into an odd expression, like he’d just eaten something sour—something bittersweet, yet deeply serious.

"...I see," he murmured, his voice lacking the fiery enthusiasm from before.

...

"Mmm..."

Not long after he indulging himself in a feast of delicious sweets, Rocco left the shop while seeing Feilu off as he did.

Feilu’s uncharacteristically serious expression lingered in Rocco’s mind.

However, they weren’t particularly close, and even if Rocco did understand what was bothering him, there wasn’t much he could do about it.

After all, the Don Ferocelli family was still part of the mafia.

Even someone like Feilu, who appeared to be a cheerful and passionate young man, probably had his own hidden struggles.

Convincing himself of that, Rocco decided not to dwell on it any further.

"Rocco! Were the sweets delicious? Are you satisfied? You’re not too full and tired, are you? Do you want me to carry you?"

As Rocco puffed out his cheeks in thought, Laxus suddenly poked at his soft fluffy cheeks.

Caught off guard by the sudden barrage of questions, Rocco could only blink his eyes in surprise.

Seizing the opportunity, Laxus scooped him up without waiting for a response.

"H-Hey, I didn’t even say anything yet..."

Still, it was true that walking around on a full stomach had made him a little tired.

So, without much resistance, Rocco let himself relax against Laxus’s arms.

Beside them, Sylas, who was walking in in hurry, suddenly trembled while restraining his anger.

Mmm... as long as this doesn’t turn into a fight, it should be fine... right?

"Hey, you bastard. Keep your hands off my Rocco. Hand him over, you damn pervert."

"Hah? No way. Why would I? Just look—Rocco’s so happy being in my arms. Can’t you see how satisfied he looks, all warm and cozy? What’s the matter, Mr. Blind Spot?"