3 years old

A little toddler with platinum blonde hair and blue eyes waddled around his house smiling. Suddenly he was swooped up and into the arms of his mother and he looked over at her smiling face a smiled back, showing his toothy grin. She laughed at him and then put him on the couch and sat next to him, "So Jurou, can you say anymore words besides mamma and papa?"
Jurou blankly looked at his mother and tilted his head, he had a very time speaking but when he did speak it was with a stutter that he couldn't help most of the time, "M..Mamma...and...P-papa.."
Nevertheless his mother clapped, "Very good sweetie! Now, are you ready to go see the doctor again to check your speech?"
All he did was nod and smile again.

That stutter wasn't gonna go away anytime soon. But he will talk better.

7 years old

Now that Jurou wasn't a baby anymore he started to notice something strange. He had became a smart little boy when it comes to emotions at least. He noticed that his mother and father had been acting weird. His mother always staying home now and his father was always at work. Like all day. Well he did notice yelling the other day...maybe they were fighting? Yeah probably. The boy sighed and continued to lay on the couch and watch TV. Then he saw something about music and when it came on and played a song, Jurou mimicked it perfectly as he tapped his finger on the couch despite never hearing it before.

This was just the start of his talent.

11 years old

At this point, it was too obvious that his parents were fighting and he didn't know why. He also didn't get how they weren't divorced yet. He also didn't get what he overheard from their fight last night. They didn't know that he was evesdropping on their argument. But what confused him the most was he just realized how he doesn't look nothing like his father. He looks like his mother, platinum blonde hair. But where did his blue eyes come from? His father had brown eyes and brown hair. His eyes widened as he remembered the argument from last night. It all made sense now.

He was another man's son.

13 years old

After learning that little bit of information he now felt even more awkward around his "father". He tried to convince himself that he was wrong but failed. He had to be right. He was another man's son. But who's? Is that why they fight all the time? Why hadn't they divorced? Are they doing it for him? Nah, don't let your kid get in the way of this of he may be the cause of the fighting.
Jurou sighed and stared up at his ceiling. His mother got him a little keyboard to play around with sometimes since he grew a passion for music. So when he got nervous or was thinking he just tapped on his keyboard and eventually made a whole song all by himself accidently. Suddenly he went into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror.
Platinum blonde hair.
Blue eyes that aren't even supposed to be his.
He's strangely taller than all the other kids in his class.

He wanted to change his appearance. And it needed to be soon.

16 years old

Finally after so long he finally changed his appearance. Jurou now had dyed dark redish orange-ish hair and green contacts. And also to just go on with it. Got his ears pierced along with his nose and tongue (which he doesn't use often). His mother didn't mind while his father just straight up ignores him now. His father hated him now but he didn't care. He was happy like this. It kinda went with his tall stature too. No one would thing that this tall mess was a big stuttering little dork right? Nah. Probably not.
Jurou came home from a walk and as he walked in he noticed his mother was in tears and went over to her and put his hand on his shoulder, she had a paper in her hand.
"M-mom...what is it..a-are you ok..?" He asked. Once his mother noticed he was there she swung over and hugged him with tears pouring down her face, "Honey, y..you got accepted into Hopes Peak..!" She hiccuped while Jurou patted her head in attempt to make her feel better and calm down, "I'm...I'm so happy for you!" She continued to sob and then heard her say quietly, "Y..Your actual father would've been so proud..."
Jurou this time didn't want to discard it now that he knew it was a fact, "A-actual father...?" He asked. He knew if his dad was here he would've punched him for saying that or something. Hell, he hears him punch and slap his mother all the time.
His mother looked up at him with widdened swollen red eyes, "Oh you heard me..." she sighed and walked him over to the couch and sat him down.
"So um...your father you have now isn't your actual father.." she explained. Jurou pretended to be shocked as his mother continued her story and started to cry again,
"He isn't here now with you and actually being your father is...is because..right before you were born he died suddenly.." she looked up at him and smiled, "The...the sad part is that you have his eyes...your face looks so much like him..."
Now after hearing this information he never knew caught him off guard and pulled at his heartstrings and tried to force tears back, "M-my actual f-father is d-dead...?" All his mother did was nod and pull her son into a hug and Jurou of course hugged back and that's when his tears finally fell. He now learned that when Jurou was a really little baby she was forced into marrying his father that he's with now. Now he actually started feeling bad for doubting his mother.

Now all he wanted to do was to protect her so she won't end up like his father.

17 years old

The tall male stood at the gate of the school. Now the only thing diffrent now was that he had a beanie that his mother gave him. Man speaking of his mother he knew she would write letters to him non stop. He smiled slightly at the thought and then took a deep breath.

Time to enter Hopes Peak Academy.

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Aha. I changed his backstory a bit since his last one was boring. Now I love this child even more. When I make these I start to love my OC'S even more-