Tears streamed down his face and his voice quivered as he suppressed a sob.
The situation feels tense, until the rustling in the bushes grew louder.
What was it—a hitman?
Some enemy mafia operative?
Whatever it was, Rocco steeled himself further.
No matter who dared to threaten Sylas, Rocco, the super-cool older brother, wouldn't let them!
"If you want to get to my brother, you'll have to go through meee!"
Then, a soft sound broke through the tension.
"...Wuff~."
"Huh? Wha...?"
Rocco froze mid-shout, his dramatic pose faltering.
A shockingly adorable whimper had replaced the ominous rustling, and Rocco's resolve crumbled into confusion.
"Wha… Wh-what…?!"
Emerging from the bushes was a ball of fluff as white as cotton candy.
Its round body was covered in soft fur, its bright red eyes sparkling like gems.
Its tail wagged furiously, and its ears perked up in excitement.
