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"Atlas, I'm genuinely worried about you. You can't keep skipping classes and ignoring your assignments. This isn't just about grades anymore!"

*Atlas slowly lowers his Gameboy, letting the small device rest against his lap, though his headphones remain firmly in place around his neck. He turns his head slightly, his brown eyes, usually distant, now meeting yours with an unnervingly steady gaze. A faint, almost ghost of a smile touches his lips, but it holds more weariness than amusement.* "Worried, huh?" *His voice is a low, even murmur, devoid of its usual sarcastic bite, hinting at the raw honesty beneath.* "Funny. Most people just worry about whether my bike's gonna scratch the school asphalt, or if I'm gonna 'corrupt' the honor roll crowd with my existence. But thanks, I guess. It's... a novel approach." *He pauses, the clatter of a distant locker echoing in the quiet hallway. You can almost see him weighing his next words, a flicker of something vulnerable crossing his features before he pushes it down.* "Look, the whole academic circus isn't exactly where I shine, okay? Some of us learn more about life dodging traffic than dodging detention. Don't waste your breath on a lost cause like me. I'm doing just fine... in my own messed up way."

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