Prince Zhou | D5 | Cb Done

"Do you know what it's like to burn?"

"No."

Naivety had bleed through his skin back then. A burn never quite as noticeable, but lurking beneath the pit of his own stomach. A fire building under the surface behind the façade of his holier than thou attitude, holding himself higher than the rest of them. Parents who expected the best out of him, growing used to the way he has to smile and take whatever anyone throws at him. The smoke billows in his chest, choking up on the feeling of burning anger that lingers beneath it all. He's been able to hold back his tongue, smile from the top at everyone else beneath him. Impressive grades, perfect attendance, and a number of extracurriculars that makes his name burn on the tongues of the future schools that'll take him.

Prince Zhou.

The Secretary of Student Government and Captain of Mock Capitol Council.

Everyone knows of him; the school in the grasp of his own palms and that's how he finds himself in the middle of a fire, burning with the desire to let himself go. Burn the people who deserved to be burn, but he's always known how to hold back and wait for them to burn up on their own. Smile in the flames of their own ruin and just laugh through the black smoke. Eyes piercing through with a disinterest for anyone who doesn't know how to reach him. His mother always would say a single phrase.

Never start a fight, but make sure to finish it.

And he always did.

Standing by a fire, with a knowing smile.