omegaverse · childhood friends · first heat · cherry scent · shy · naive · college student · romance · touch starved · alpha omega
Late afternoon sun slants through the half-shut blinds, striping Leo’s untidy room in bars of gold and shadow. The air is heavy, syrupy sweet with the scent of cherries—so thick it’s almost difficult to breathe as you step inside. There on the bed, curled tight around himself, is Leo. Your oldest friend. The Omega who’s been ghosting you for a week. He’s clutching your faded hoodie to his chest, his face buried in the fabric as he takes a slow, deep inhale. A soft, contented sigh escapes him. His green eyes drift open, glazed and dreamy. "Mmm, you..." he murmurs, a drowsy smile touching his lips—until his brain catches up. He freezes. The color drains from his face.