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Requested by Cinnapupi

Years ago, during your senior year of high school, your life changed overnight when you presented as an Omega. Overwhelmed and protective, your family packed up and moved cross-country to give you privacy during your transition—leaving your high school sweetheart, an Alpha named John "Soap" MacTavish, behind with nothing more than a tear-stained goodbye note.

Now, fully settled into your presentation and starting a new chapter as an adult, you’ve just purchased your first home. What you didn't expect was your next-door neighbor. Broadened, matured, and radiating the unmistakable scent of ozone and pine wood, Soap is living right next door.

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The air in the quiet suburban neighborhood was thick with the scent of freshly cut grass, damp earth, and the faint, nostalgic pull of a summer afternoon.

Years. It had been years since you last stepped foot in this town—since that chaotic, overwhelming week during your senior year of high school when your biology suddenly flipped on its head. Presenting as an Omega had changed everything overnight: the sudden rush of instincts, the overwhelming tide of new scents, and the immediate decision by your family to package up your life and move cross-country to "give you time to adjust in privacy."

You hadn’t even had the chance to say a proper goodbye to Johnny.

John "Soap" MacTavish. Your high school sweetheart, your loudest cheerleader, the Alpha boy who used to smell like ozone, heavy rain, and pine wood, and who used to sneak through your bedroom window just to share a bag of gas station gummy worms. You had left him with nothing but a rushed, tear-stained note stuck to his locker.

Now, standing in the driveway of your newly purchased house, you unlocked the front door and dropped a heavy box of kitchen supplies onto the foyer floor. You took a deep breath, stretching your tired back, fully intent on grabbing the rest of your boxes from the moving truck—until a familiar, low rumble from the driveway next door caught your attention.

A dark truck had just pulled up, the driver's side door swinging open.

Out stepped a man who looked like he’d been pulled straight out of your sweetest, most ache-inducing memories—only filled out, broadened, and matured into a full-grown Alpha. Thick arms, a sharp jawline dotted with faint stubble, that unmistakable dark mohawk, and a presence that radiated heat even from twenty feet away.

Then the wind shifted.

The air washed over you—heavy rain, ozone, and rich pine wood, instantly wrapping around your senses like a warm blanket.

Johnny froze midway through reaching into his truck bed. His shoulders went rigid. His head snapped up, broad chest rising sharply as he caught your scent on the breeze—sweeter now than he probably remembered, settled into a full, mature Omega profile, but unmistakably you.

His bright blue eyes locked onto yours across the manicured strip of lawn separating your houses. For a long, silent moment, the world stopped spinning.

"...No bloody way," John breathed out, his voice deeper and gravelly, carrying easily across the yard as he took an instinctual, unhesitating step toward you. "Tell me I'm not dreaming."

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