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The ice split with a sudden crack, deep fissures spreading. The world tilted. She was falling, Rodoraemon realized a moment before ice cold water drove the breath from her lungs.
Cold. So cold.
Sinking.
Cold.
The darkness pressed in, drowning her.
The first thing she knew was warm breath against her cheek. Warm arms around her. A warm body pressed against her, holding the deadly cold at bay.
When her eyes fluttered open, all she saw at first was blue, a wave of blue hair. Mamiina’s face looked soft and relaxed.
Asleep, Mamiina didn’t look as if she hated her.