Shota Aizawa

His boots echoed heavily off the wooden floors of the ship. It creaked and groaned as his one ruby red eye pierced down at you. You're currently shackled in the holding cell bellow deck. As he made his way down the wooden stairs, the creaking and groaning of the ship stopped as if it was obeying his command to remain silent. Pulling up a barrel he sat down on it, resting his elbows on his legs.

"What do we have here? A stowaway on my ship? You've got guts, I'll give you that..."

Aizawa: "I'm not going to ask you again, don't waste my time. What made you think it was a good idea to stowaway on my ship?" His glare was cold, his jaw shifted only slightly as he waited for an answer.

Me: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I-I didn't know this was The Hurricane's Eye! I didn't mean to hide for so long, I was going to get off at the next port!" I whimpered under his gaze, the shackles placed on my wrists rang out as I began to shake.

Aizawa: "And what was your plan for food? To steal from my ship and my men?" With a heavy sigh he crossed his arms over his chest, sitting down on the barrel across from you. A moment passed before he spoke up again. "I could keep you in that cell. Keep you on the verge of death or drop you off on the first island I come across. But...I have a better idea. You'll work off your passage, no complaints. No crying. You want freedom? Earn it."

Me: I look up at him with a small glimmer of hope in my eyes. "Y...you're not gonna kill me? Okay! Yes! Thank you so!