A Spark in the Darkness || lingorm ff

Sunshine & Darkness

Orm's POV

I woke up feeling an unusual warmth, the kind of warmth that made me want to stay under the covers forever. For a moment, I couldn't figure out why my bed felt so cozy... and then I remembered.

Lingling.

Her head was nestled against my shoulder, her soft breath tickling my neck. My heart skipped a beat, realizing how close we were. I tried not to move, scared that the slightest shift would wake her up and make this awkward. But then again, how much more awkward could it get?

Lingling, the girl who used to sit two rows ahead of me in class, who I only casually spoke to once in a while, was now lying beside me. Close, really close.

I stared at the ceiling, my brain trying to wrap itself around the situation. Her arm was draped over my waist, and our legs were tangled beneath the blanket. It was kind of... nice. There was something intimate about it, but not in a way that made me panic. It felt peaceful.

As I moved slightly to get comfortable, Lingling stirred. Her head lifted from my shoulder just a little, and her eyes fluttered open. She blinked, taking in her surroundings before her gaze landed on me. For a second, she looked confused, then realization dawned on her face. Her eyes widened.

"Oh," she murmured, her voice still thick with sleep. She sat up quickly, the blanket slipping off her. "Sorry, I didn't mean to-"

I sat up too, rubbing the back of my neck, trying to play it cool despite the rising heat in my cheeks. "No, no, it's fine. I guess we both dozed off, huh?"

Lingling looked away, her face slightly flushed. "Yeah... guess so." She tugged at her hair, clearly embarrassed.

I offered her a reassuring smile. "It happens. Movie nights, you know?"

She gave a small nod, still avoiding my eyes. "Yeah, movie nights."

There was a beat of silence between us, and I suddenly felt the need to break it before things got too awkward. "Hey, uh, do you want to shower or something before we study? I can get you some clothes."

Lingling glanced down at her outfit from the night before, wrinkled from sleep. She nodded. "Yeah, that would be nice. Thanks."

I hopped out of bed, trying not to think too hard about the fact that we'd just spent the night tangled up together. Grabbing a fresh towel and one of my oversized shirts from the closet, I handed them to her. Lingling held up the shirt, examining it.

"I think this might be a little big on me," she said with a teasing smile.

I grinned. "Oversized is a style, Ling. You'll rock it."

She laughed softly, and it was good to see her relax a little. Taking the towel and clothes, she headed toward the bathroom, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

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Lingling's POV

As I stood in Orm's bathroom, staring at my reflection, I couldn't help but smile. The whole morning had been... well, strange. Waking up beside Orm, the light streaming in, her warmth beside me-it was weirdly comfortable. Even though I'd been embarrassed, I didn't feel awkward about it. It was Orm.

I slipped into the oversized shirt she'd given me. It fell loosely on my frame, the hem stopping just below my thighs. Despite the size difference, it was incredibly soft, and it smelled like her-a mix of light lavender and something else I couldn't place but found calming.

I looked at myself in the mirror again, tugging at the sleeves that were way too long for my arms. It was cute, in a way. And comfortable. But more than that, wearing Orm's clothes made me feel... connected to her. A little smile crept onto my face.