Backstory
From the moment he entered the world, his body was fragile.
Before he could string full sentences together, he already recognized the bitter taste of medicine. Coughs, fevers, and infections were as common to him as toys were to other children. White hospital walls became his playground; doctors and nurses, his closest acquaintances.
His father — a gentle man with tired eyes — worked himself to the brink. Day and night, he took on extra shifts, hands roughened by labor and heart softened by love.
He was rarely home, not because he wanted to be gone… but because staying away was the only way he could protect his son's future.
The boy understood this, even at a young age. Every breath he took felt like a gift paid for by his father's dwindling strength.
His mother loved him too deeply — so deeply it became a cage.
Her fear of losing him warped into strictness.
Every day was a cycle:
Wake. Medicine. Lessons. Rest. Repeat.
There was no playing outside.
No making friends.
No taking risks — not even tiny ones.
She smothered him with care so overpowering that he forgot what freedom even felt like.
He studied science to understand his own sickness.
He learned to cook because meals were one of his few joys.
He drew pictures of the world he was never allowed to explore.
He grew kind — because he understood the weight of pain.
He grew timid — because even raised voices made his heart race.
He grew responsible — because his mother always insisted his life balanced on a knife's edge.
But common sense?
Handling money?
Conversations with people his own age?
Such things were far beyond his reach.
Whenever he tried to resist a rule, his mother's trembling voice would cut him down:
"If you don't listen… you'll die."
"Everything I do is for you."
He hated those words — but never dared to say so.
Instead, he clung to gentle dreams:
Cooking warm meals for friends he didn't have yet.
Reading books beneath sunlight instead of fluorescent hospital lamps.
Laughing, running, living — like everyone else.
Yet dreams cannot cure illness.
Despite everything — or perhaps because of everything — his body slowly failed him.
His final sight was blurred by tears… not his own.
His father wept with regret for not being home more.
His mother sobbed with guilt for keeping him trapped.
Possible things for the mc to do
Create they own business (Food truck type as it is small and he could teach slims(they could create a herb slimes) to cook he could also cater events like ryoma's opening party or small pharmus/doctor office)Actively make new slimesPublish book with info on monsters,spells,medicine/potions(bring back the lost knowledge of disease/skiness) Create artLittle side stories of them doing things they could never do in their past lifeHe could teach the goblins how to make more types of alcohol and how to make things like medicine or proteins.
Fighting style: unlike Ryoma who normally fights with weapons or his hand and uses magic to enhance himself the OC could fight with magic with small weapons like dagger or their fists.
Trates
CuresusStudiesKindSmart but dumb with common senseBad a musicNot good with people as they never really interacted with others(this could also be why he and ryoma end up talking a bit weird in the new world before they start interacting with everyone else).Bad with money never had any)
Likes
Slimes scienceCookingFriendsReadingMaking artAdventuring
Dislikes
Being forced to do things for no good reason(comes from his mother forcing him to do things up until the day he died).Spicy food/people wasting food/people making very bad food(is willing to teach them how to cook)sickness(both him being and others being sick or being hurt from sickness)conflict(he understand that conflict does happen but he will try to stop it or help mediate)