Help, I'm in Another World and All the Men Are Are So Dangerous! [BL]-Chapter 335: Flowers With You

"Mmm, I was awake. I was thinking about taking a nap, but then you came to visit," Rocco said.

He hugged Sylas’s arm tightly and rubbed his cheek against it affectionately.

Sylas looking down at him with a soft expression, had eyes that curved gently.

The drowsiness still lingering and the calm atmosphere of the afternoon made Rocco’s thoughts melt away into a peaceful daze.

As Sylas gently pinched Rocco’s squishy cheek, he asked kindly, "You’ve made quite a bit of progress with the packing. What else do you need to take?"

"Hmmm. I don’t think there’s anything else. Oh, my Mr. Bunny isn’t going to be sent; I’m taking him with me. Hehe."

"...I see."

Rocco held up Mr. Bunny and smiled.

Sylas, though faintly, lifted the corners of his mouth in response.

Seeing that Sylas’s expression wasn’t blank but soft and full of color made Rocco’s own smile widen.

Hugging both Mr. Bunny and Sylas, Rocco suddenly thought to ask, "Hey, big brother, why did you come to visit me? Did you want to take a nap together?"

As Rocco blinked his eyes curiously, Sylas gently rubbed his head and smiled as he shook his head.

"Oh, you didn’t come to nap then? Well, if not, then what’s the reason?" Rocco wondered.

With a slight tilt of his head, Sylas stood up and glanced outside, where the weather was bright and clear.

"If you’ve got time, I thought maybe we could take a walk," Sylas suggested.

"A walk?!" Rocco exclaimed, immediately jumping to his feet with excitement.

He placed Mr. Bunny on the sofa and grabbed Sylas’s hand tightly.

"I want to go for a walk! I want to see the flowers with you, big brother!"

Seeing Rocco’s excitement, Sylas smiled softly and nodded. "Alright, let’s go."

"Big brother, look! The flowers are blooming! And there are butterflies, too!"

Hand in hand with Sylas, Rocco walked through the garden, admiring the colorful flowers.

Rocco eagerly talked about each flower, and Sylas listened patiently with a kind expression.

No matter how trivial Rocco’s comments were, Sylas seemed to absorb every word, as though engraving it into his mind.

Rocco knelt down beside a particularly beautiful flower, and Sylas quietly knelt next to him.

As Rocco poked the petals of the flower, a butterfly perched on it, fluttering away once disturbed.

The butterfly landed briefly on Rocco’s fingers before flying off again in a graceful arc.

"Beautiful... so cute..." Rocco murmured.

"...Yeah, it is," Sylas replied softly.

The flowers were beautiful, and the butterfly was cute.

Rocco smiled softly as he said this, and Sylas nodded his head slightly.

Rocco wondered if Sylas, too, had an appreciation for the beauty of flowers and the cuteness of butterflies.

He suddenly felt embarrassed for thinking that Sylas might not, and he quickly shook his head.

Of course, Sylas was human, so he would think flowers were beautiful and butterflies cute.

Those things were objectively true.

With every one of Rocco’s "beautiful," "wonderful," and "cute" remarks, Sylas nodded along.

Rocco felt happy that Sylas was sharing in his excitement, but he couldn’t help but wish that Sylas would at least nod in agreement while looking at the flowers.

Rocco sweated a little as he realized Sylas was nodding while staring directly at him.

As they continued to playfully poke and pat the flowers, Sylas suddenly muttered softly, "...If you weren’t here, we probably wouldn’t have had the chance to enjoy these flowers."

Rocco blinked in surprise at the unexpected words.

He tilted his head, and as he looked up at Sylas, he noticed a gaze filled with love, not just affection but an overwhelming fondness.

"I’ve never cared much for flowers or butterflies. Honestly, I still don’t. But... I wonder why, but the flowers and the scenery I see with you—everything looks beautiful," Sylas said while gently brushing a flower with his fingers.

Sylas’s hand was as soft as when he patted Rocco’s head, filled with tenderness.

In Sylas’s eyes, which were full of love, there was also a hint of sadness, a subtle droop of his brows.

Rocco realized that Sylas probably found it difficult to acknowledge his feelings.

Seeing the troubled expression on Sylas’s face, Rocco felt a strange sense of relief.

He wasn’t sure why, but he had a feeling he understood the meaning behind Sylas’s sad expression.

"If you leaves the estate... will I stop thinking flowers are beautiful?" Sylas asked, gently pulling his hand away from the flower.

His movement was cautious, as if afraid to break the flower with his own hand.

It was so typical of Sylas, being as clumsy as ever.

With a faint smile, Rocco gently placed his hand over Sylas’s trembling one.

Sylas flinched, his shoulders shaking as he looked down at Rocco.

Rocco smiled softly and, as usual, said something innocently, like the clueless child he often acted as.

"It’s okay, big brother. It’s really okay, alright? Because you...,"

"Because I...?" Sylas’s eyes silently asked, and Rocco blushed a little as he whispered his response.

"Because big brother loves me, right? You love me, so... you’d never do anything bad to my precious flowers!"

Sylas gasped.

His wide eyes were anything but expressionless or sulky, and for a moment, Rocco wondered just how long it had been since he’d seen Sylas look so surprised.

Still smiling softly, Rocco moved behind Sylas, kneeling down next to him and wrapping his arms around Sylas’s back, leaning into him.

He peeked around Sylas’s shoulder, rubbing his cheek against Sylas’s.

"It’s okay even if you can’t think they’re beautiful! I don’t really get the appeal of things like guns or knives either, so... it’s fine, really."

Rocco tightened his hug, and the braided strands of Sylas’s hair tickled his cheek.

The flowers, swaying gently below them, seemed to welcome both Rocco and Sylas as they continued to sway in the breeze, unchanged.

"As long as I’m here, you’ll think they’re beautiful, right? So, whenever you want to see flowers, just call me! That’ll solve everything! Hehe!"

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