Cold hearted (KyojuroxReader)

Chapter 22:Ponytail

~*Kyojuro's POV*~
     The hallway... once heated and warm now fills with a cold chill, nipping at my skin. Its whispers are hateful, malicious... I hate to say, but it almost makes me scared to check on on(y,n). Things sound like they've calmed down, but that thought isn't helping me much, not when my mind is running with questions.

"ᴸᵉᵃᵛᵉ."

     The flinch that rocked me when I saw her face among the blizzard is still there, long after I avoided the danger.

     Sure, she frightens me sometimes, but I've gotten so used to her breathing style that earlier couldn't have shocked me more. Why? ... It didn't feel like (y,n). That dark blizzard looked at me like I was a stranger, it was an unfamiliar face I couldn't recognize. I gave it a similar sense of unfamiliarity, not catching even a glimpse of the (h,c)-haired woman anymore, even if she was right in front of me-

     "Hm?" I backed up from the entrance locked shut with ice when feeling my socks getting wet. I raised my foot away from the hallway floor while blowing my blonde locks away from my face-... I didn't need a fitting expression to show the surprise when seeing a puddle of jet-black seeping through the shoji door.

     The ice... it's melting already? But that would mean...

     Taking action on the dot, I cracked the melting ice open to squeeze myself into the space of the giant room. The cold front greeted me on the other side... less harsh that what I normally feel from (y,n).

     "(y,n), are you alright?" I trudged through snow and slush on the ground while calling out to the woman, looking through the dying battlefield. Once a garden with the intensity of a furnace has faded off in the black storm, the demon tree; long gone.

     My gaze made its way back down on the black ice, finally locating my comrade after minutes of searching  in my shivering condition.

     A tributary of crimson flows from her face and into her hand- the victim of the bloody nose stays crumpled on the floor with her other arm barely holding her up; wobbling, and cascading her haori sleeves down to her elbows. I didn't immediately run to her side, too cold and stunned for my feet to properly move.

     -I also don't want to slip.

     "(y,n)..." I said the woman's name as her body quavered, her eyes making it to me. They're tired, very, very tired, a little watery with that exhaustion to them. She took a moment to breathe, shaking her head to push away the last of the blood.  

     "Kyojuro..." She wiped the blood from her nostrils and sent my name back at me, trying to get up. The Pillar stumbled to the support of a pier of ice, the frozen water melting underneath her hands and sending strokes of black crawling onto her fingers. It took her effort to look at me again, still very depleted

     "Do you need my help?" I asked in my next shallow breath when seeing her fatigue. I don't wish to alarm her by going to her aid right away, I'd rather not elicit a bad reaction from her, not in the state that she's enduring.

     My ally thought to herself about the question, rubbing her dreary eyes as she panted a little. "Let's..." She took a more broad breath, "Let's just get the fuck outta here." I think I would say the same if I was in her spit, especially having to move forwards afterwards, shuffling back- - dragging oneself back from war.

     The Ice Slayer didn't look back when taking her haori off, throwing it over her shoulder as I tottered across the ice and to more steady grounds, closing the door behind me to what's been left of our enemy.