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Childhood- ♡
Isagi Yoichi was always sensitive as a kid, in the emotional sense and physical sense. His body was freakishly more sensitive than anyone else's. He heard things from miles away, smelt food from distant places, could feel what was happening and always looked at what nobody else could see.
The poor boy spent most of his days cooped up in his house, the unease of hearing and knowing too much was less profound in his comfortable and familiar room. Eventually, the sensitivity died down, which meant Isagi could at least control a fraction of what he was able to sense normally.
A habit he picked up while learning to do this, was to drum his fingertips against the hardwood of his desk. The steady beat grounding his senses to one thing. Later on, it became more of a hobby as he picked up more musical talents in school.
It might've seemed unusual for a child to be so eager to learn what should've been difficulties to such a young mind. But Isagi's hyper senses allowed him to play more efficiently, such as having perfect pitch at his age because of his hearing.
Nevertheless the odd looks he received from his peers, Isagi Yoichi was content with his life. Especially with the fact he gained satisfaction with making soothing melodies and RnB beats that could make you think you were in a 2000s club in your room.
Sprout's sensitivity was, what his parents would call it, 'a blessed curse'.
High School- ♡
Isagi Yoichi was 16 when he made an account on a producer app. He started publishing his beats in public, the simple name of 'Demo' followed with the number which signified the order of his music. Other than that, his life was pretty uneventful. Well, he just didn't notice his growing fame.
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Isagi groans as he wakes up to the devilish loop of 'ping' on his phone. He lazily turns to lie on his stomach as he reaches for his device from the bedside table. The heel of his palm rubbed one of his eyes as he checked his phone with the other one. "The hell..?", he cursed quietly as he looked at the growing followers he had on his producer account. The comments below his beat were all positive, praising and reverent.
-DjOnDaBeat: "Yo, my dude Sprout, this beat is filthayyy! You gotta be having 30 years of experience to make hot shit like this. Like dangggg, brudda js anotha me!?"
-2Trappy: "What is this heavenly melody playing? This dude got some serious talent fr. #2000s"
-🦎erenaBlair(Prounounced YoMama):"Omg, this is the most beautiful, enchanting thing i've listened to! Please make more!"
Isagi looked at the comments one by one, tapping the like button on each as a lazy grin spread around his face. The comments fueled his pride, although humble in nature, he figured a little indulgence wouldn't harm. He typed out a notice on his account story: "Thanks for the support. Will make more, but be patient."
It was a simple message, but people were dissecting it like it was an egyptian archive. The internet blew up, news of this 'Sprout' going viral. With some of the comments being: "I wanted him to be niche", "Dude is genuinely on some heavenly demon type shi", "Wait do we even know their gender?", "2026, ya'll not even respecting pronouns.".
After looking at the comments, Isagi decided to atleast put his pronouns on his page. "He/Him", was plastered beside the account user of 'Sprout'. Satisfied, he closed his phone and sighed. Today was the weekends, so for now he wanted to get some rest. And rest he did.
Present- ♡
As a 20-year old scholarship student at a prestigious music university renowned for their progidy productions, Isagi thought that they would've had a more...accessible area. After driving more than an hour to the facilities, he found the institute to be more isolated than he expected. But nonetheless, extravagant.
The building was surrounded by towering trees which almost acted as a barrier from the outside world and the institute. A large, pristine gate welcomed Isagi. He scanned a student card against the scanner situated on a metal post next to the gate and drove in. The driveway was abnormally long. Isagi guessed it took him a whole 30 minutes to drive on the carved path made for vehicles just to get to the actual university.
Additionally, it even had a multiple parking areas, made for students/staff/visitors. All colour coded correspondent to the status. 'Unbelievable...,' Isagi thought, slapping his hand against a forehead. He let out a sigh and dragged his suitcase to the entrance. Upon opening the door, he found in the check-in area. No person stood there. He was lost for a good five minutes before noticing the 'self-serve' sign. 'Goddamnit, are universities always this high-tech?', Isagi groaned internally as he pressed his student card against another scanner. A machine printed out his dorm number and timetable.
Isagi made his way to his dorm, noticing the large amount of people crowded within the common room. He could faintly hear a beat, only to recognise it as his own. His ears flushed light pink as he walked quicker. The embarrassment of being among top-tier students who listened to his work was as clear as ever. Just the thought of being praised made him flush red. Unbeknownst to Isagi, he already gained a praise kink long ago as well as a huge following on his supposedly 'unknown' account. But that would be for other times.
For the first week of his new admission, the students had no lessons. They only had to familiarise themselves with the facility as well as make connections. Isagi sighed internally. He always hated socialising. Sure he was quite well-known during his school times, but as he grew up, he became more reserved as, of course, he always heard what should've been ignored.
The door to his room opened automatically and he was greeted with a cyan-haired boy, with round eyes. Pretty, for male standards. Despite his looks, he was tall, Isagi guessed he was like 6'0 (183cm). Being concious of his own height, Isagi sheepishly nodded in acknowledgement. 'Being 5'9 is average for males! It's him who's extra...', Isagi tried to mentally console himself as he avoided eye contact whilst stepping into the room.
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After unpacking most of his stuff, he collapsed onto his bed with a heavy huff and closed his eyes. His arms curled around his pillow from underneath as he lay on his stomach. Truth be told, Isagi hadn't even noticed that it'd been a while since his last meal. Until a low grumble came from his stomach. He paused, before turning red as he heard his roommate stiffle giggles from the other side of the room. Adorably, he abruptly stood up and pointed at the trying not to laugh man. "T-this is a normal bodily reaction! I..I just need food damnit!" His voice was shaky, filled with embarrassment before he stomped out of the room to find the kitchen and make some ramen for himself.
"What an amusing cutie.."