Two People Can Be Raised By The Same Person Yet Have Vastly Different Experiences

SO CUUUUTEEE 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

miss me if you want to — fushiguro megumi x reader

a/n: happy late birthday pookie wc: 3.6k megumi ends up at his old middle school for a mission, and reminisces on his time there, with you. fluff/humor, happy ending, gojo being his dad self

megumi kept his hands in his pockets as he scoped the halls of urami east middle school, desperately trying to ignore the entourage of sorcerers behind him and their barrage of questions. unfortunately for megumi, nobara just discovered a commonality. (“fushiguro, let’s go beat up that guy! for old time’s sake, you know!” “kugisaki, you can’t just point to every man and ask to beat them up. we don’t know anybody here! and you can’t say old times sake if you didn't even go here, right?”)

it took all his willpower not to turn around and curse them both back to jujutsu tech, their voices burning through his ears and building an irritation in his gut. any of his old classmates who recognized him seemed to gape, just before ducking their heads and scurrying down the hall. it didn’t give him much to work with regarding the assignment. his friends giggled, poorly hiding it behind their hands.

it was hard for the nostalgia of his middle school and the presence of old peers to settle in with the constant whispering behind him, even if part of himself wasn’t sure that he wanted to reflect on his time there. he remembered the cream-colored walls and tan uniform jackets being less harsh on his eyes, every memory he could recall was hazed over with a dark grime.

the smell of freshly waxed floors and chalk dust washed over him like waves, passing his old classroom’s doors that were propped open. he could hear the muffled lessons, and wondered the last time he really used any academics from–

“fushiguro, why don’t you have anything in the trophy case?” nobara pondered, dragging her finger along the glass border.

“they’ve gotta have one for the best stink-face, right?” yuji howled with laughter. “you’d totally win!”

“can you guys get it together? we’re not going to get anywhere if you keep messing around,” megumi said, not bothering to spare them a glance. he refused to prove itadori right with his stink-face. “go walk the south corridor, there’s a few offices for the staff, they might know something.”

“fushiguro,” yuji whined. 

“go.” 

reluctantly, his friends shuffled away. “yeah, i think we kind of pushed our luck that time,” nobara mumbled.

finally, he reveled in the silence. there was a bud of anxiety in his stomach, a nagging feeling that just around the corner would be a teacher to chastise him for his history of delinquency. on the other hand, the possibility of seeing one of the many faces he had beaten and bruised.

megumi rounded the corner that led to the library and various study rooms, keeping his gaze on the windows. he remembered the landscape being different, more sullen, but still captivating him as much. he remembered his frequent trips to the library when he wasn’t spending his time rounding together the bullies and failures that infested the school.

the library wasn’t special, but he could always–

“megumi?”

megumi’s eyes widened as he whipped his head forward. the voice, though unexpected, was unmistakable in his mind. his bud of anxiety bloomed when he saw you, your head tilted in the same bewilderment. out of all places, he didn’t expect to see you at the place you graduated, just over a year ago.

the fog that coated all his memories seemed to dissipate, recollection of you clouded with a glow that couldn’t compare to the way you looked now. your school uniform was haphazard, white button up untucked and rolled to your elbows and your dark jacket was discarded on the library cart you leaned on. your confusion washed away and your face was taken up by a bright smile, and with that megumi blushed furiously.

“y/n? i didn’t expect to see you here.” he cleared his throat in an attempt to regain his composure, and closed the gap between you so all that was left in the way was the cart. you craned your neck to meet his gaze, he’d grown a bit. “don’t tell me they made you repeat.”

shaking your head, you laughed. he missed that. “you’re telling me, you’re supposed to be all the way at jujutsu tech. what are you doing here?”

“i asked you first.”

you rolled your eyes playfully. always so combative.

“i use my free period to help out here, it’s only like a five minute walk from the high school.”

megumi hummed. so you decided to stay close. it was always a toss up. 

“so, how’s jujutsu tech so far? everything you wanted and more?”

megumi smiled, recalling the day he told you that’s where he would be attending, and you found it completely ridiculous. hilarious, even. a religious school, for him? if you hadn’t met gojo before you would have thought he was sentencing megumi there as some sort of punishment for his delinquency at school. unfortunately, you had met gojo, and the idea of him teaching at a religious school and dragging megumi with him only drove you to further hysterics. 

the humor you found in all of it almost made up for the lies he was feeding you. a part of him longed for you to have some cursed energy to see all that he did, so you could understand the life he lives. maybe if you did, you would go to jujutsu tech with him, and he could share more of his life with you.

but megumi knew you were much better off without it, and without him. here, in your home environment, you were glowing. you were living a good and safe life, and he would keep it that way.

so, he fed you more white lies. kept it all vague and lighthearted so you could sleep easy. the school staff was capable, his studies were improving, and his classmates were… tolerable, at best. or so he claimed. the lighthearted jokes at their expense were always followed by a compliment on their character, you knew he was fond of them.

before he knew it, the two of you were strolling around the campus together with your shoulders glued to each other like you were back in routine. everything about being with you again was timeless. you still exaggerated with your hands and paused at the ends of your sentences to enunciate with your facial expressions, and always stayed on his left side so he didn’t have to face down the beating sun when he was looking at you. and he was always looking at you.

every once in a while, your hand brushed up against his and his movements would stutter. he would wait for some sort of reaction, though he wasn’t sure why. confirmation, that it was okay? or to see how much he could get away with. you acted as if it was nothing, and he wondered if you’d stay like that if he closed the distance and finally grasped your hand with his.

megumi had your school blazer draped over his other arm. he wasn’t much of a talker, even with you. but it seemed once you were able to get his shoulders to relax and his guard slipped a bit more, he rambled on about the more trivial things in his life. his friends– “i wouldn’t call them that” – and their endless enthusiasm. it’s like they were born yesterday, and every day in tokyo they lived like a fish out of water. they dragged him into a lot of things, but also held him back. megumi rolled his eyes when you said it was probably a good thing, since you weren’t around to do that anymore. you also weren’t very good at it.

megumi couldn’t look at you when you smiled like that, like an all-knowing entity that can see through the cracks in his image. like you knew him better than he knew himself, because in some ways you did. he looked at the ground, his shoes, and the trees, anything that couldn’t perceive the blush that ran up his neck.

“fushiguro?!”

he didn’t realize the lax in his composure until he tensed up again at the screech of his name not too far behind him. his smile dropped and he was brought back to the reality of his situation, being on a mission, scrounging for any murmurs about this curse he was meant to be hunting while dragging around two idiots with him. 

nobara and yuji were pale from shock, stiff as boards at the sight of their fushiguro cozy with some stranger. nitta was next to them, jaw agape as she stared and slithered her phone out of her pocket.

megumi’s eye twitched.

“fushiguro, is this why you sent us off to the teacher's lounge? to flirt?! with a girl?!” yuji cried, pointing an accusatory finger as he fell to his knees. the pavement cracked beneath him as he slammed his fist into the concrete in despair. 

“fushiguro, don’t tell me you’ve gone soft for some pretty girl? we’re here for business!” nobara claimed, crossing her arms.

“they’re your friends you were talking about, ‘gumi?” you hummed, looking at him. you batted your eyelashes with an amused expression. 

god, no. he couldn’t spit out the words when he was barely holding on to his composure at the nickname. these people, in the matching uniforms? never met ‘em.

a gust of wind weaved itself through your hair and yuji was at your feet, his incredible speed surprising you enough that you sidestepped right into megumi’s chest. his breath hitched, somewhere between a gasp at the sudden contact and a sigh of disappointment towards yuji’s behavior. nobara was quick behind him, her anger had dissolved into a teasing nature.

humiliation swelled in his chest and lumped in the back of his throat, in the back of his mind he was routing all the ways he could get back at yuji later for the way he was acting. 

“you told her about us?!” yuji said, his excitement warming the air around him. 

“‘course he did,” nobara smirked. “we are your best friends, aren’t we, ‘gumi?”

megumi sighed. he wouldn’t live that down. “y/n, this is itadori and kugisaki, they’re the other first years at jujutsu tech. this is y/n, we went to middle school together.”

you smiled and offered a finger wave.

“middle school, huh? and you’re still here?” nobara’s eyes sparkled. you wouldn’t admit out loud that the intensity in her grin made your stomach turn. she placed a hand on her chest dramatically, “you get in too much trouble? got held back? i understand the life–“

“you must have the funniest stories about fushiguro!” the pink-haired boy interrupted with his laughter. “did he ever–“

“i need to walk y/n back to her class before she’s late,” megumi cut him off sharply. “head back to the car and i’ll meet you there, after i get back we should get going anyway.”

without a second thought, he grabbed your arm gently and tugged you with him to turn around. you were able to call out a quick, it was nice to meet you! before you were pulled around the corner.

his steps were quicker than yours so his hand made its way to the small of your back as he ushered you to meet his pace and put the distance between you and the gawking seagulls behind him.

your heart stuttered at the contact but you didn’t stop him, and instead leaned closer to his side. that seemed to jolt some sense into him, his fingers tensing and relaxing again on the soft fabric of your uniform and ultimately deciding to stay put. that didn’t make him any less hyper-aware of it, though. he flickered gaze from you to the sidewalk, back to you, and the sidewalk again. 

“i’m sorry about them. they’re idiots sometimes,” he mumbled. “most of the time, actually.”

the path to the highschool felt oddly familiar. the trees waved gently in the wind and beckoned him back to his memories of walking you home from school, the warmth of the sunshine on his skin much the same as the warmth that sprouted in his stomach when he was around you. 

he always stood straighter when he was beside you, squeezing your hand tightly when crossing the street and tucked you under his arm when passing by anyone he deemed suspicious. which, to a young megumi who saw the world in black and white, was much of the population. in those times where his adrenaline was pumping, he never thought twice about protecting you. even against what you couldn’t see, like curses, strolling through the streets unchecked. 

“don’t apologize, ‘gumi. they seem like fun.” you chuckled, rubbing your knuckles gently. you couldn’t blame them for their reactions, nor could you blame your friend for not ever telling them about you. he was always a bit reserved. “i think they’re just excited to learn something about you.”

you had classes with him, and there were often times he would come in late with bloody knuckles and his hair tousled. most days he would tell you why, how they were smoking on school grounds or picking on someone in the cafeteria. other days he wouldn’t, he refused to even give you an idea of the things they said or did, and though it drove you crazy for a few hours you would eventually drop it. 

and he got to keep it to himself, the way other boys would talk about you. despite not knowing you, they made their assumptions and boasted about untrue speculations. rumors and comments were short-lived when he was around, and he wondered if it stayed that way after he left.

megumi carried the secret of the jujutsu world on his shoulders, all the unruly death he’d witnessed, his sister’s curse. despite the way he’d grown in the jujutsu world and how desensitized he’d become to some things, they still haunted him. he’d would’ve liked to keep something good a secret too, just for a little while longer. 

“yeah, well, i think i’d rather keep you to myself.”

“don’t tell me you’re embarrassed of me.” your teasing tone was in one ear and out the other for megumi. his tongue swelled in his throat as he tripped over his own words. you laughed, and he seemed to relax.

his hand had slipped from your back and rested between you. you found the confidence to grasp the sleeve of his uniform and keep a hold of it comfortably, watching his expression melt into a smile he couldn’t hide behind bitten cheeks.

you weren’t one to ever think you could change megumi fushiguro, though there were many times you were the one repeating in his ear to just let it go so you could go eat lunch together. (on the flip side, there were also times you were chanting his name off the sidelines watching it all unfold on your lunch period like an MMA fight). you never sought to make him a softer, more well-rounded student, nor did you ask him to ever open himself up to you.

but he did, and despite the time passed be still preened his vulnerability to you like an open wound seeking care. 

“i missed you, y/n,” megumi said suddenly. 

“those jujutsu tech kids can’t replace me, huh?”

he smiled, shaking his head. “it’s not even close.”

the roof of the highschool peaked over the trees ahead. 

“i missed you too, ‘gumi.” a question laid on the tip of your tongue, and you quickly swallowed it before it could tumble out. “do you think… that you’ll come by again? when it's not for some school project?” 

“i’m sure i could find a reason to.”

you looked up to him, meeting his amorous gaze. it was your turn to blush, scrunching up to hide the bashful smile that threatened to take over. “you have my number, you know. it hasn’t changed.”

megumi nodded. “yeah, things have been… busy, for a while now. it’s hard to get away.”

the two of you closed in on the school’s entrance, still tiptoeing the line of hand-holding. megumi faced you fully now, silent, and blocking the sun’s rays as he stared down at you with his eyes full of adoration. he looked at you like he did on graduation day– a heavy cloud of fear hanging above him, pouring down the terrifying thought he would never see you again.

“call me and tell me all about it, yeah?” 

he smirked. “i will.”

he always clung to darker clothes and aesthetics, but you thought he looked best in the sunlight. his dark hair was coated with a navy luster, similar to that of his eyes. you could see his reddening cheeks better, when there wasn’t any shade to hide them.

“thanks for walking me back,” you said, your gaze flickering around his face, soaking in his appearance while still in front of you. he had already changed so much since the last time you saw him.

“it’s not a problem, i’m happy to spend time with you.” megumi paused, reaching for the door handle with a pit in his stomach growing. “i hope i didn’t make you late.”

you smiled. “i think i’ll be okay.” 

a beat of silence passed, and your face twisted into one of concentration as you stared him down. a small sigh left your lips, one of surrender as you settled on your decision. he registered the shift in your demeanor and he narrowed his eyebrows as he observed.

you grabbed the lapel of his uniform suddenly and tugged him downward to connect his lips with yours. the initial impact softened when he registered his surroundings and relaxed, molding against your grasp and sliding his hands over the curve of your waist. relief washed over you and you ran your fingers over the nape of his neck. he paused briefly, to catch your reaction as you regained your breathing, and then nudged his nose against your cheek before kissing you again.

megumi’s breathing was quick, excitement drumming through his body as he focused on you, and only you. he never had the luxury of anticipating this, expecting such affection from you was reckless and selfish despite all the times he’d thought of it. here you were, before him, unknowingly giving in to his delicate fantasies.

you pulled away, breathless as you met his eyes. his smile was gentle, expression refrained while his admiration poured into his steel grip on you, keeping you close.

“call me, okay?” you let out a winded laugh, brushing your thumb against his flushed cheek.

megumi nodded, swallowing the desperation that clawed his throat. you stepped away, and he ached for your warmth on his skin again. he was still reeling from the interaction, helplessly watching with an emptiness in his hands as you slipped out of his grasp and opened the door for yourself. 

you disappeared, and he was left alone with the resounding click of the door. 

bonus 

“y/n! oh, they grow up so fast.” gojo cradled nitta’s phone in his hand with a wobbly lip, wiping a theatrical tear from his cheek. a fuming fushiguro was pictured with all his focus aimed towards his friends, with you awkwardly smiling at his side, completely ignorant to nitta’s rapid clicking. gojo swiped through the photos quickly, watching megumi’s mouth snap open and closed over and over. he sighed longingly, “the one who got away.” 

nobara leaned forward on her crossed legs, tensely gripping the loungeroom couch. “i knew they had history, fushiguro was totally defensive over her.”

beside her, yuji was perched on the armrest with his eyes blown wide– bearing resemblance to a gargoyle. “yeah, he got all clammy and weird. i’ve never seen him like that before.”

“well,” gojo set the phone down on the coffee table, for all to see. “megumi can be a little rough around the edges, but he’s got his moments.”

“so, what’s she really like? was she shoving people in lockers like fushiguro? i bet they were some sort of sick power couple, she seems like she’s got a dark side.”

their teacher smirked, leaning back in the armchair as he listened to their conspiracies. ‘sick power couple’ was a quite generous interpretation of your and megumi’s younger days– gojo recalled the awkward preteens you were, bumping into each other and melting into a flushed state during study nights (strictly stated by megumi not to be referred to as dates). gojo never, ever helped such situations, often making them worse with a shove or teasing comment at the boy’s expense. 

“ha! i doubt it, she was way too nice to us.”

you were moreso a bystander to megumi’s antics, sometimes a cheerleader. but it was still like you to snap, or slap, him back to his senses whenever he got all ‘high and mighty’ like some ‘reactionary douchebag’ –stated in your own eloquence. gojo remembered the times you’d unlock the front door and throw it open with one hand, dragging a frustrated megumi whose physical bruises mirrored the ones on his ego. you’d throw him to the nearest chair and welcome yourself to the apartment’s amenities while he wallowed in silence, both of you waiting for the air to settle and ignoring the presence of his guardian and his amused expression.

“man, fushiguro must be pretty bummed right now.”

the loungeroom door swung open abruptly, the door handle cementing itself in the drywall. megumi presented himself in his rage, his cursed energy fiercely blazing around him and crackling at his fingertips. his expression was dark, eyes immediately drawn to the center coffee table with nitta’s own slideshow presentation of yet another humiliating moment for him. 

nobara and yuji were struck with fear, paling in solidarity with the wallpaper. nitta quivered behind them, crouching.

gojo let out a low whistle. “someone’s going through it. don’t tell me she left you on read.”

I think my most controversial batfam opinion is that Jason should not be reintegrated into the family after becoming Red Hood

Watching justice league unlimited and I forgot how absolutely hilarious Batman is. Just a guy. Falling from the sky. Asking for air support bc he can't fly at all.

getting a pet without their permission

— ot5 txt x gn!reader

warning(s): cursing (obvs besties), and all fluff :)

coco's love note: to the anon that requested this, thank you so much <3 it was so fun to write!!

coco's final note: pls this was so fun! I'll be letting out more so if you have a reqs please read this before you send one in!

I saw someone on here say Batman was the squishiest justice league member and I can't stop thinking about it now

Damn

four: a date??

warnings: sunghoon being an oblivious jerk, angstyish, pure feelings, jokingly fighting (a little violent)

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SUMMARY: park sunghoon, y/n’s beloved boyfriend is failing biology and seeks help from a tutor. what happens when she sweeps him off his feet? a tired and miserable y/n is left in the dark but park jay isn’t gonna let that happen. welcome to the cheater’s club.

On the first episode of rtte while rewatching everything in the franchise and I'm just wondering... What if Hiccup left by himself? What if the others never came with him? What if they never went to the edge as a group? What if they never found the dragon eye? What if Hiccup left Berk anyways to find himself or something?

I like to imagine Hiccup wouldn't actually ever settle down on an island like the edge. He'd travel a whole bunch, learn from different islands and cultures in and out of the archipelago, seeing and learning about new dragons every single day.

I think he'd be way more reckless than he already was but I also think he would have gained a very different set knowledge and experiences than he did with the group. On the other hand, I believe he wouldn't know Berk anymore, the island and its people may start to feel too small for him. And also he just wouldn't know the place anymore in a way since he wouldn't watch it evolve.

I'd love to see other people's takes on him branching out on his own without the group and like unlocking his full potential in a way.

I love him

riki singing his heart out 🥺

enhypen as types of physical affection

requested; no

warnings; none, just fluff :)

note; okay so i haven’t had a writing blog/posted anything i’ve written in like.....a really long time so i’m kind of nervous lol. but life is short, so here we are. and if anyone is actually reading this has any requests for reactions and such, feel free to send them my way !! also pls keep in mind this was written at like 2am and over the course of like 4 days so....apologies for any mistakes.

rubbing and massaging your back

okay that kinda sounds weird but like

okay that kinda sounds weird but like

idk y’all

heeseung just seems like the kinda guy that will always be absentmindedly running his hand up and down your back

cuddling on the couch? his hand is gonna be rubbing your back in abt five seconds

going in for a hug? oh look at that spontaneous back rub

doing literally anything with ur back exposed?

“oh here babe lemme rub your shoulders you look tense”

he probably doesn’t even realize that he does it too

like if you ask him about it he’ll just be like

“?? lol idk what you’re talking about i don’t do that”

until the next time you two are cuddling on your bed with you laying on top of him

and he just pauses like twenty minutes into lightly massaging your back like “oh i do do that”

is about to ask if you want him to stop but sees that you fell asleep

and he just smiles softly and continues until he falls asleep too

pls i’m so soft for him 🥺

제이 | jay;

running his hands through your hair

look

we all know that jay is absolute boyfriend material

and you know what screams boyfriend??

playing with their s/o’s hair

and not even just playing with it like

if you ask and sometimes even if u don’t he’ll brush your hair for you

and if you have a really sensitive scalp he’ll be sure to be suuuuper careful and not to tug too hard

but really he just loves running his fingers through it

and unlike heeseung he is very much aware of it

if you ask him about it he’ll just shrug and be like

“idk i just like ur hair. deal with it”

obviously if it bothers you he’ll stop tho

but if not be prepared to have your hair constantly played with

“how is your hair so soft baby?”

lowkey asks you for shampoo and conditioner recommendations

and you can bet your ass if he sees some kind of ‘couple shampoo’ set he’s gonna buy it

제이크 | jake;

hugging

jake would give the best hugs, and you can quote me on that

now unlike most headcanons i see for jake i don’t think he’d be like crazily affectionate all the time

but i do think he’d enjoy giving you lots of hugs

just wrapping his arms around you

holding you

soaking in your presence

suddenly i want a hug

no but fr this boy will hug you like it’s the last time every time

“omg babe! i missed you!”

*insert giant bear hug*

and you’re just like “? i saw you an hour ago but i missed you too??”

idk man

i just know he’d use any excuse to hug you

and if you hug him first he will literally look at you with heart eyes ❤️_❤️

pls give this boy lots of hugs :(

성훈 | sunghoon;

hand holding

okay we all know sunghoon doesn’t really seem like the most affectionate guy

BUT

i do think he’d like holding your hand

a lot

like when you two first got together you weren’t really sure what he would and wouldn’t like

bc you knew he wasn’t a fan of pda but like .

u wanted to show your boyfriend some love ya know

but one day when you two were taking a walk

sunghoon noticed that you kept glancing down at his hand

and kept ‘accidentally’ brushing against it with your hand

so finally after like the 8th time he just grabs your hand and laces ur fingers together

which kind of shocks you bc yeah you wanted him to hold your hand

but you didn’t expect him to actually do it

and when you look up at him he just has this cocky little smirk on his face

but you can still see that he’s blushing

but yeah after that it’s like your hands became glued to each other

like if you’re together and ur not holding hands its weird

will become the biggest baby if u don’t hold his hand

“y/nnnnnnn why aren’t you holding my hannnnnnd”

“sunghoon it’s like 95 degrees out”

“and?”

“😑”

just never stop holding his hand okay

선우 | sunoo;

cheek kisses

it is a simple fact of life that you are kind of in love with sunoo’s cheeks

whether it be pinching them, kissing them, whatever

like the sky is blue

grass is green

y/n loves sunoo’s cheeks

and yeah at first he teased you for it

“do you even love me or are you just with me for my cheeks??”

“.......”

but after a while it just become a Thing and no one said anything abt it anymore

until one day sunoo decided to pull the uno reverse card

yeah that’s right

suddenly it’s your cheeks being pinched and kissed

the first time he did anything caught you so off guard

like ?? did he just ???

“but that’s my thing...”

eventually you get used to it

and there’s less and less pinching from both of you

and a lot more kissing also from both of you

until you two gross everyone out with how sweet of a couple you are

“you’re just jealous bc you don’t have a y/n to kiss ur cheeks”

정원 | jungwon;

cuddling

LISTEN

listen.

something about jungwon just screams that he’d be an amazing cuddler

he just seems so soft and fluffy man idk

will use literally anything as a reason to cuddle you

that package you ordered didn’t arrive on time? looks like some cuddling is needed.

had a bad day at work/school? cuddles are here to make it better!

got a paper cut? i’m not an expert but i think u might need some jungwon cuddles

but let’s be honest with ourselves here

he probably wouldn’t even need any excuses

like he’d just cuddle up to you out of the blue

and you just wrap your arms around him and accept it

because he does it so often it’s just a normal day with ur boyfriend attached to you via koala style clinging

"you're so comfy"

you guys probably take so many spur of the moment naps bc you get so comfy while snuggling

i’m gonna cry where can i get a jungwon

니키 | niki;

wrapping his arm around you

idk guys

like sunghoon, niki doesn’t really give me “super affectionate boyfriend” vibes

#JustSagittariusThingz

i mean if you initiate it he won’t like push you off or smth

probably

but he’s not gonna be hanging off your arm 25/8

unlike some people

*cough* heewon *cough*

howeverrrrr

he does like having his arm around you

whether it be your waist, your shoulders, your arm, whatever

bc that way he can show you some love without being uncomfortable or grossly lovey dovey

also unlike some other people

and does it at the most random times too

like you’ll be at the grocery store trying to decide what kind of chips you want

and he’ll just come up to you

wrap his arm around your waist

and rest his head on your shoulder

it probably makes him feel more 'grown up'

but also

he just likes having you close 🥺

but not too close

Jason: Uh, I think I got your lunch. *Holds up a note that reads: ‘I am very proud of you. Love, Bruce’*

Dick: Oh yeah. I didn’t think this was for me. *Holds up a note that reads: ‘Be good. For the love of God, Please be good.’*