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So far, everything had been going exactly has Dio had planned.
Mostly.
He had predicted every single possible move that JoJo would make possibly make, and he had yet to be wrong about any of them.
Granted, he had expected the process would not take as long as it had. But he didn't expect that JoJo would stand back up every time he was pushed down. He would have to account for this, but that wouldn't be too hard.
But ultimately, Dio succeed.
One thing he had not expected was just how much this plan would consume his thoughts. He thought that JoJo would simply be a minor stepping stone in his life, that he would be taken care of almost instantly and forgotten about just as quickly. But he found that this plan of his, that step-brother-- it was the only thing he could concentrate on.
While doing day to day tasks, while attempting to read, or while exercising- his thoughts would always stray towards it. It was inescapable to the point of frustration.
Destroying JoJo was all he could think about.
It must have been to do with the plan, surely. He was just dedicated to it. Dio had to make sure that everything was going accordingly. He had to think of new ways to make him snap under the pressure, and had to predict every next move. It was understandable that was his main focus.
And at first this was okay. He could dedicate as much time as needed to this, and once JoJo was taken care of he could focus his mind elsewhere. (Studies, most likely.)
But Dio found that, after a while, it wasn't the thoughts of destroying JoJo that were consuming his mind.
It was JoJo.
His face, his personality, his body.
Everything about him.
To the point where he couldn't concentrate on anything else.
Even the smallest things around him would remind him of JoJo. Especially anything of the colour blue, which were found far too often for Dio's liking.
Even every time he woke up in the morning, the first thing on his mind was, of course, JoJo. And it was always that modest smile of his, with a light blush on his cheeks usually. Chuckling about something Dio wasn't sure of.
He hated it.
And he was especially found himself fixated on those... lips of his.
What was it about them? The shape?
Even when speaking to him, he found his eyes always made their way to stare at them, and he felt a... curiosity about them.
And he had started to have reoccurring thoughts about them.
Should he have stolen JoJo's first kiss, as well as Erina's?
How would they have felt against Dio's own? Soft? Tense?
Would JoJo have liked it? Hated him even more for it?
Would things have progressed differently between them?
Was it too late to try it?
Would JoJo kiss back?
They were all idle passing thoughts, but they would constantly return. Dio presumed them to be silly curiosity at first, but as time was passing they were merely getting stronger.
He had even begun to plan how it would happen.
Outside, by that same tree with JoJo and Erina's name carved onto it. Perhaps he could even change it to say his own name, instead.
To emphasise JoJo's isolation, of course.
And this time no one else would be around. JoJo had to be too scared to tell anyone else, that was it. Only they would know, their little secret.
Dio's hand would grab the back of his head, pulling that black hair (would it feel soft?) and forcing their faces together. Unlike with Erina, he would keep his eyes open for this. He wanted to see JoJo's expression, his reaction.
He could wrap his other arm around JoJo's back to keep him in place, keeping the other hand around JoJo's hair- caressing it slowly.
JoJo's mouth would twitch underneath Dio's, probably. He would have an expression of bewilderment as he processed the situation- until it turned into one of anger. He would try to push away, but Dio would hold him back, making the moment last. The moment had to be ingrained into his memory, and he wanted to consume JoJo's thoughts as much as he had his.
Or would it be an expression of mere surprise? Until he began to lean back into the kiss as well, his own hands resting on Dio's shoulder as they stood there, memorising that feeling of each others lips.
Dio couldn't figure out which was the more likely outcome.
Or, he just didn't want to figure it out. He wanted it to be a mystery, an excuse for Dio to test it out. To call JoJo out to that field when no one else was around, to try it, to grab JoJo's face and-
Oh, how he loathed JoJo.