Ayato's POV

    As I walked home, I knew what I had to ask my father. I needed to know what that 'Info Kun' was talking about. As I walked through the front door I got my usual greeting, until my Father noticed something was off about me.

   "Hey sugar cube, are you doing OK?" he asked, leading me to the couch.

   "Father, I have a question," I said, to which he looked at me.

   "I got a text from a person who identified as 'Info Kun'," the name got a reaction out of Father, "He spoke about another 'quirk' in our family and told me I should ask you."

     Father's expression shifted into that expression again, the one that resembled a serial killer.

    "Well, I suppose that I would of had to explain some point soon. We should talk in the basement, I don't want your mother to hear this," Father said, and we headed downstairs into the house's basement.

     The basement was odd. with a few metal poles and chair with clasps on them that could be used to tie up people. Father never allowed Mother to come here, telling her that it was filled with rats and spiders. We sat down on the chairs and Father began to explain.

       "So, as you know I used to be like you, but your mother fixed me. Her fixing me was the easy thing. Making sure she would never leave me was... more complicated," Father said, "You see, she was very popular in high school, so a few other people had feelings towards her. None of them had feelings like mine though. None of them deserved her, so I simply made sure that they couldn't get her."

      "What does that mean, Father," I asked, unsure about this new side to him.

      "Well, I stopped them from having feelings towards her. Doing things like match making them with people who already had a crush on them, or making friends and asking to keep their distance," He explained.

      "That does not sound complicated," I responded.

     "Oh no, those were the easy people. Some people I just couldn't convince, so they had to... go," Father said, an uneasy grin appearing on his face.

     "Go where?"

     "Wherever you go once you're dead. They couldn't have her if they died before she was theirs," Father said calmly.

      Silence fell over the room for a moment as processed Father's words.

     "Father?"

     "Yes?"

     "When do you know that you have that someone that you refuse to let go?"

     "Well, it's instinctual in our family. Why?"

     "I... think I have more then one of those people."

      Father seemed surprised at my words.

     "What do you mean by that?"

     "Well, I felt something like that about the boy from yesterday, but I also felt that about a boy I was with today after school ended," I explained, "I also felt... positive emotions around a group of people I walked to school with this morning."

      Father looked at me for a while, thinking. After a while he shot up a little, seemingly having had figured it out.

      "I think I know what's going on. During a pride ad I saw them mention people being 'polyamory', which is when people feel a desire to be in a relationship with several people with everyone's consent," he said. (I don't know whether to describe someone as being poly is polyamorous or polyamory so I went with the one that seemed closest in a google search :P correct me if I'm wrong with my use of the words!)

      That seemed to be correct for me, and it felt... right.

      "That seems like what I am experiencing," I said.

      My father smiled, most likely in a positive mood knowing he had gotten it right first time.

"I'm glad I helped you manage figure that out, Sugarcube," my father said, transforming back to his normal self, a person I much preferred.

"Boys?"We heard my mother call from upstairs, "I'm home!"

"Coming, Honey!" My father called up the stairs, everything about him seeming much more relaxed.

I wait behind for a small bit in order to go through the conversation I had just had with my father. If he was once like me, that means at some point I will also be capable of showing positive emotions towards other people as well. This thought made me feel what I felt when reading that demon book with Oko.

         I can't wait to get used to that feeling.