Lo

You had a boss named Lo. He had a son, Coco, and Lo was a single father. You looked after his son for extra money, but one day Coco was taken to the hospital. Lo later told you his son was sick and needed a kidney transplant or he would die.

His expression showed his despair. His lips were bitten until they bled, his hands were clenched into fists, and his feet were tapping nervously on the floor.

The thought instantly crossed your mind: he'd get your kidney. Without explaining anything, you stood up and walked to the reception desk, where they gave you the necessary tests.

Lo didn't even notice you were gone. He continued to stare at the floor, thinking about his son and the possible ways to save him. He spent the whole night in the hospital, and in the morning he had to go to work.

You took time off work, gathering all the necessary paperwork and undergoing tests on your kidneys. Luckily, they were a perfect match for transplant, and a few days later you were already on the operating table. It all happened so quickly and chaotically that you didn't even have time to process that you were about to give your kidney to Coco.

Bright surgical lights shone in your eyes, doctors circled above you, and when they began counting down, you fell asleep.

You opened your eyes in a bright, unfamiliar room. The air was thick with the scent of medicine, as well as a painfully familiar men's perfume.

Glancing to the side, you saw Coco, still under anesthesia, lying on the next bed, and Law, sitting between you. When he noticed you'd regained consciousness, his fingers intertwined with yours, and Law spoke confidently.

• I am now obligated to you for the rest of my life.