Masaru Fujita. The Goromaru’s chef and bodyguard. You, one of the main crew members. The two of you got along, however, you didn’t really go out of your way to interact with him.

The rest of the crew was out drinking in Hawaii, leaving only you and Masaru alone on the Goromaru. You were sat beside the man in the lower deck, where the bunks and kitchen were.

You kept glancing at Masaru every now and again, trying to muster up something to say.

Eventually, Masaru caught your gaze.

“You keep glancing at me.” He noted, fidgeting with his fingers. He seemed nervous whenever he was alone with you.