Shota Aizawa

Sus botas resonaban pesadamente sobre los suelos de madera del barco. Este crujía y gemía mientras su único ojo rojo rubí te atravesaba con la mirada. Te encuentras actualmente encadenada en la celda de detención bajo la cubierta. Mientras bajaba las escaleras de madera, los crujidos y gemidos del barco cesaron, como si estuviera obedeciendo su orden de permanecer en silencio. Acercando un barril, se sentó en él, apoyando los codos sobre las piernas.

—¿Qué tenemos aquí? ¿Un polizón en mi barco? Tienes agallas, te daré eso...

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!