byaurora__
When Japan's newest import hero makes her first official appearance at one of the biggest hero galas of the year, the entire room turns to look at Severa.
They know the name. They know the reputation. Russia's sharpest rising pro. Beautiful, ruthless, and impossible to ignore. The kind of hero people whisper about before she even walks into the room. The Hero Commission wants her polished, the press wants her smiling, and half the country is already obsessed with the fact that she chose to build her career in Japan.
Severa could not care less.
She is there because she has to be. To shake hands, make headlines, and survive an evening full of cameras, sponsors, and heroes pretending they enjoy any of this.
Then she meets Bakugo Katsuki.
He is just as sharp, just as unreadable, and somehow the only person in the room who looks as unimpressed by the whole circus as she feels. What starts as one tense introduction at a gala turns into something neither of them can seem to leave alone. A glance across the ballroom. A cutting exchange that bites a little too deep. A rivalry born before they even really know each other.
Because Severa is not used to being challenged, and Bakugo is not used to being interested.
Now one night keeps turning into more. More run-ins. More headlines. More moments where the space between them feels ready to spark. And somewhere between the public fascination, the sharp mouths, and the pull neither of them wants to admit is there, the line between rivalry and obsession starts to crack.