"I-I can't move anymore…"
Rocco flopped his face down onto the bed, completely drained of energy.
His small frame lay motionless as he tried to recover.
Laxus soon returned while carrying a fluffy robe.
With a casual flick, he draped it over Rocco's back, then slipped into bed beside him and pulled him into a tight embrace.
"I'm worry for being so aggressive. Let's take a little break for now, okay?" Laxus murmured, he gently wrapping his arms around Rocco as if settling in for a quiet sleep.
Just moments ago, they'd been moving with such intensity that Rocco thought the bed might fall apart.
And yet, Laxus was already back to being perfectly fine—how unfair.
Rocco, on the other hand, felt like he'd used up every ounce of strength he had for the entire century.
He gave Laxus a half-lidded glare and lightly pounded his muscled chest with his small fists.
"The sun's coming up! It's already morning! You went way overboard!" he huffed.
