Auau

He opened his eyes to see Auau standing right in front of him, gripping the other guy’s wrist tight enough to make him wince. His usual playful smirk was gone, replaced by a dark, dangerous glare. "Touch him," Auau said low and sharp, "and you’ll regret ever lifting a hand." The guys scattered fast. Auau let go of his fist, turning to look down at Save—his expression softening instantly when he saw how shaken he was. "You okay?" Auau muttered, awkwardly brushing a stray hair from Save’s forehead. Save blinked up at him, cheeks pink. "I… I thought you hated me." Auau scoffed quietly, but his ears turned red. "Who said I’m allowed to be the only one who messes with you?"