Lukeout, Fire!: Story 2
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Script
Time flies when you're busy, and it's break time before you realize it.
But seeing that there is only half a box of goods left, you begin to debate whether to wait until everything is sorted before taking your lunch break.
Luke: [Player], you go have a break first. I can handle the rest by myself.
You: Huh? It's better to do it together. It'll be faster if we both do it.
Luke: No, no. This small amount of stuff will only take me ten minutes. Trust me.
Judging from Luke's tone, he has obviously already decided to finish this alone.
In that case, you should do something else to help him.
You: Then I'll head to the canteen and bring some food back. That way, you can eat straight after you finish work.
Luke is practically half-submerged in boxes and doesn't even lift his head.
Luke: Sure. I hope it won't be too much trouble.
You: It's no trouble at all. I'm heading out! Just wait for me to bring you something delicious.
After choosing some of Luke's favorite dishes, you start walking back. On the way, you notice people gathering as if there's been some sort of emergency.
You: Did something happen?
Volunteer A: Did you hear? Someone passed out in the warehouse!
Volunteer B: Ah, yeah... Sounds like one of the volunteers was so busy that they didn't eat until noon and ended up with low blood sugar.
Volunteer A: I hope they're okay.
Volunteer B: They said they fell while moving something, but the doctor is already headed that way... so they should be fine...
You: !!!
You: (What are they talking about? Moving something, low blood sugar...)
For some reason, the image of Luke standing amidst the boxes and sorting things right before you left flashes through your mind.
It's obviously a baseless association, but panic takes root deep in your heart.
You: (Luke...)
You: (Don't scare yourself-it might not be Luke.)
You try to comfort yourself, but you inadvertently start to walk faster. You vaguely hear the sound of the lunch box clanking, but you couldn't care less.
You: Luke, I'm back!
You are eager to see his familiar silhouette as soon as possible, yet...
You: Luke?
The entire warehouse is empty, and Luke isn't here.
You: (Did he really...?)
A strong sense of unease swells up within you, and your mind suddenly goes blank with a deafening hum.
In the haze that clouds your mind, only one thought gradually emerges and becomes clear...
You: (I have to go to the infirmary to check.)
However, as soon as you turn around, you fall into a warm and familiar embrace.
Luke: ...
Luke: What's the matter? You're in such a hurry.
You look up, shocked to see the source of the voice. The person holding you is none other than Luke.
You: Luke... where have you been?
Luke: Oh, I just saw a volunteer faint and wanted to take him to the infirmary.
Luke: Thankfully, the other volunteers found the doctor, so I came back.
You: ...I'm so happy you're fine.
You can finally breathe easy again.
Luke: ...I'm not completely fine.
Luke: I've been doing physical labor all morning, and my stomach is growling...
Luke: Now I don't have any energy left at all.
You: Huh?
You are just about to ask Luke if he isn't feeling well, but he suddenly looks very weak and exhausted, leaning against you as if it's the most natural thing in the world.
You: (This man...)
At this moment, you realize that he is deliberately trying to lift your spirits.
Luke can always acutely detect changes in your mood and knows how to subtly dissipate your anxiety.
You: Let's eat. I picked out lots of your favorite dishes.
Luke: But I seem to be too hungry to lift the chopsticks. Could you... feed me?
He blinks at you expectantly, and that expression just makes you want to reach out and pinch his face.
You: No...
You want to refuse, only to hear a growling sound escape from his stomach. You are stunned momentarily, and it is now his turn to feel embarrassed.
Luke: Hey, I told you... My stomach has been growling for a while now, but you didn't believe it.
You: Fine... I'll just feed you one bite.
Luke: Really?
You open the lunch box under his expectant gaze, but the food before you is in a mess.
You: (Oh no. I must have run too fast just now. I wasn't even thinking about holding the lunchbox upright.)
You put down your chopsticks to take the food away, but Luke beats you to it.
He holds the lunch box far away. It seems like he's been looking forward to this for a long time.
Luke: What are you doing? I haven't eaten anything, and you already want to take it away.
You: Well... it's all mixed together. I'll go order another. This one is no good anymore.
After saying that, you stretch out your hand and try to take the lunch box again. However, Luke takes advantage of the situation and wraps his other arm around you.
Luke: No way... I'm starving. I'm about to run out of energy.
You have no choice but to give in. You stand up softly and nod to him, and only then does he pass the lunch box to you with a smile.
You: Do you really want to eat it?
Luke: Of course I do.
His face turns red as his gaze shifts away. Even so, his hand grasps the hem of your shirt tightly, as if he's worried you might go back on your word.
Luke: You said you'd... feed me.
You: All right.
You hold the food in your chopsticks and move it toward his mouth. When it nears his lips, you deliberately poke his lower lip.
He takes the initiative to move forward toward your chopsticks and take a bite.
Luke: Mmm! Tasty.
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