Chapter Twenty Eight.

The dorm was large, as one would expect. It lacked a certain grandeur that Dio had envisioned from U.A., but he could accept it on the principle that the dorms were only meant to be housing, nothing more. Looking at the dorm, he was reminded of both his home in Cairo, and of the Joestar Family Mansion. Both had been destroyed in fights with that accursed family, and each had seen him supposedly die.
After a brief grilling from Aizawa, Class 1-A were allowed entry to their new home away from home. Unconcerned with how his fellow prospective heroes were settling in, Dio headed immediately to his room to sort things out.
'Knives, knives and knives,' he said, smiling to himself. 'Fresh bottles, maps and pins. All these and more,' if one listened close enough, it might have sounded as if Dio were singing the words. 'All these and more. Knives for throwing, knives for blodding. Maps for planning, bottles for blood. Pins for… pinning. All these things and more.'
As he continued unpacking, Dio pulled out his clothes and hung them in his closet. ;Clothes for wearing, and I need to stop singing!'
Finishing his room, he walked over to his balcony and opened it up ever so slightly, not caring to use the air conditioning. 'Ah, keep your friends close, but your enemy closer.' Dio said, a cruel smile breaking over his features. 'How unwittingly wise of you, U.A. If only knew knew what chaos you have brought to your heart, soon to explode and shatter this delicate order of a Hero Society.'
A knock on his door drew his attention, silencing his musing. 'Who is that?'
'Eh, Dio,' the voice of Midoriya grated in his ears.
'Dario's blood,' Dio cursed. 'Yes Midoriya?'
'Well, the rest of us are having a room competition. We were wondering if you would like to join us.'
'Sorry,' the vampiric Stand User lied. 'But I am still busy organising my room.'
'Oh, well that's alright.'
For a moment, just the flicker of a second, Dio felt his body tense. 'One day, Midoriya, this organisation will be your end.'

Within a short few hours, Dio was back in Class 1-A. None of those in the class, be they Iida, Todoroki or Midoriya, seemed to be aware of his alter ego of the Worldbreaker. He was annoyed to find himself being forced to participate in a course designed to develop so-called Ultimate Moves.
Sndtaing atobe his clone of Ectoplasm, he was reminded of a now dead Hamon user. Dire, he believed the man to have been named.
Launching himself against Ectoplasm, he stretched his legs out, only to half his arms form a cross. Ectoplasm instinctively grabbed his legs, holding him in place. 'Cross split attack,' Dio said, remembering the attacker's name. He swung his crossed arms down, destroying the clone. With some work, the attack might yet become worthy of his use.

Short stuff before things get serious again. Well, take care all.