Ayato's POV

Once I got home I was greeted by Father, since he was a stay-at-home-dad.

"Welcome back, Ayato!" He smiled at me, hugging me.

"Hello, Father," I replied.

Father took my bag and hung it up, bringing me to the couch for a chat.

"So~ did you meet anyone of interest today?" He asked, looking at me while wiggling his eyebrows for some reason.

"Only this one gang member on the way home," I replied, getting a disappointed look from Father.

"Really? No-one that caught your attention?" He pushed on.

"No, Father. Although I do have some questions," I replied, to which he nodded for me to carry on.

"First of all, what is with people's faces turning red whenever they see me? Along with the whispering. It is rather annoying," I asked.

"Well, as I've said before that means they feel a romantic or sexual attraction towards you - more likely sexual since they've never met you before," He tried to explain.

"What does that mean?" I replied.

"Well, a romantic attraction is like what I feel for your mother - a feeling of love for someone who you are not related too that has been developed over time. Sexual attraction, however is feeling an attraction towards someone for their looks, and not much else. I feel both of these for your mother, but only feeling a sexual attraction is not healthy for a relationship," he explained.

"Ah," I responded, "may I ask another question?"

"Go ahead!" Father smiled at me.

"How did Mother... 'fix' you?" I asked.

Father had an odd look in his eyes, a look I only saw if someone looked at Mother for too long or got to close to Mother for her comfort.

"Well, when I was your age I was just like you. I only felt negative emotions. But, on the first day of high school, the one you attend in fact, I met your mother, and she made me feel... happy," he said, with a look in his eyes, "so, I made it my mission to make sure she was mine, and only. Mine."

Father seemed out-of-character at this point, with the sort of look in his eyes that you would see from serial killers in movies.

"Why?" Father questioned, snapping back to his normal self.

"Well, I think I... smiled, earlier," I said, to which I saw a grin grow on my father's face.

"Who was it? What did they look like? Are they hot? What year are they in? What are they interested in-" "Father!" I said, raising my voice to cut him off from going on one of his annoying tangents.

"Sorry, sorry, I got excited," he smiled.

"To answer your question his name was Aso. I smiled for a split second," I responded, to which he got over-excited, again.

Father quickly hugged me and I pushed him off. After that he began spamming me with even more quesitons.

This was going to be a long night...