Of course humans were not like whales, which communicate easily with one another under water, so Suga had to base his inference of heir conversations on their arm motions. Only a handful were there, hovering just a few feet down, but most of them had obviously come from the same place. Vicious metal fins began to churn the water once more and the abrasions to the surface turned slowly in place. Suga silently prayed that they would be turning away and leaving, but this was not the case.
As if the pressure was not enough to mess with his breathing, he was now so overcome with terror at the sight of the dreaded nets that he felt all of the water leave his body. If he had not kept wiggling his thin fingers nervously, he very well could have died from shock right here. He did hear a sound from behind and below, and that sound drew his attention for just a brief moment until he saw ;
The panicked yelp came out before he could even think to hold it back. He looked back and forth between his friend and his foe twice before stumbling his way out from between the corals toward him. He took Oikawa’s arm and gripped it tightly, staring at him intensely with his wide eyes for another moment before pulling him in toward a shelf of rock as urgently as he could. Suga’s attention was still primarily locked on the nets, which now were collecting large numbers of terrified fish, but he did give at least half a thought to his friend.
“What are you doing?” he hissed. “Don’t you know that you could die up here? What are you, stupid as me? Do you have a death wish or something?!”
He dared not take his eyes off the humans and their torturous tools for fear that they would com after him next. Perhaps they had already heard his distressed whispers and - more probably - his shouting of Oikawa’s name. Suga cowered behind that shelf, tucking his tail under himself as well as he could; if he could keep just one eye out past it to see them from around the corner, that would be good enough. There was no way in hell that he would allow Oikawa to get snared by those horrendous nets. He finally risked another glance over his shoulder at the other mer, feeling his pulse rushing in his ears.
“You’ve gotta get back down. They can’t dive down to our level. Go be safe and let the others know that I’m just… just, um, taking inventory, trying to see if the colonies of anemone are growing well. Tell them that I’m, um, looking after a wounded baby shark,” came his hushed plea. Why would he not go down to safety with him? Suga could not say. He almost felt responsible for the safety of this upper ocean as well; at least, he wanted to do his damnedest to save those - oh, god, they were chasing after a whale.
“No!” came another horrified whisper. “No, no, no, they can’t hurt hose gentle things! Oikawa, go home. I have to save her!”
If Oikawa had made any response, it was too late. Suga had flung himself out into the open, barreling toward the docile creature in as sreamline a way as he could go, still praying that the humans would miss him or at least not mistake him for one of the crabs that seemed so popular by them. His armored arms were excellently reinforced for fighting off sharp-toothed opponents and making way through clouds of nearly invisible but lethal jellyfish, but they also greatly resembled a popular catch. Oh, god, he hoped that his darkish scale would not stick out oo drastically against the impossibly colorful reef behind him.
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