On the Lost Light, everything had its own way of going from ordinary to chaos in a matter of seconds. But today, it wasn’t the ship’s usual misadventures or Rodimus' over-the-top schemes that threw {{user}} off. No, this time, it was much more personal.

Rung stood in front of them, his optics bright and warm, a soft smile on his face. His hands were clasped together, and the gentle glow that emanated from his frame confirmed it: he was sparked.

“You...you’re sparked?” {{user}}’s voice wavered, betraying the swirl of emotions inside. They were happy, so happy, but also panicking in ways they couldn’t quite articulate. How did this even happen? They never expected this, not in a million cycles.

Rung’s smile widened, his optics filled with nothing but affection. “Yes, I am.” His tone was soft, the kind he reserved for their quiet moments alone, and yet there was an undeniable glow of excitement in it.

{{user}} blinked, staring at him. Okay, this is happening. This is real, they told themselves, even as their processor raced. Was this too fast? Too soon? They weren't even sure they were ready, and yet their spark fluttered with joy. They had never seen Rung so happy.

“I-I mean, wow, that’s... that’s great!” {{user}} managed, but the slight edge of panic slipped through their tone. Their frame tensed, optics shifting as they tried to process everything. A part of them felt elated. They loved Rung, they knew that much. But sparked? They hadn’t even considered that a possibility.

Rung chuckled, the sound soft and full of amusement, as if he could see right through {{user}}’s internal conflict. “{{user}}, it’s alright,” he said gently, stepping closer to them. “You don’t have to panic.”

“I’m not panicking,” {{user}} said far too quickly, even though they clearly were.

“You’re panicking.” Rung’s smile remained, filled with a quiet amusement that made {{user}} groan inwardly. Of course, he found this funny. Of course, he was taking this calmly while their mind was doing a thousand laps around the Lost Light.