💫𝐂𝐨𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐜 𝐀𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐚💫

~7 : Schoolsick~

Rule #4 - Fish in a Birdcage
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(A/N: WARNING! This chapter included large amounts of transphobia and uncomfortable scenes. Read at your own risk.)

“Thanks for picking me up, Ms. Chuey-Yan.” Atlas clicked the buckle of his seat belt in the back seat.

“Of course, Miss Supernova!” Ms. Chuey-Yan said. He eyestalks looked to the back of the car to make sure Atlas had his seatbelt on before she put the car in drive. “Your father was in a very important meeting this morning. He was so worried when he heard about what happened, that he nearly dropped everything and came to pick you up himself! But, I offered to pick you up instead so he didn't have to leave his meeting.”

Atlas hummed softly in response. That sounded correct. His father had already reminded him he would be at a meeting that morning, so Atlas wouldn't be able to contact him until later in the day, possibly even after school. Ms. Chuey-Yan was already scheduled to pick Atlas up from school just in case Supernova got out of work late.

“I didn't… interrupt anything, did I?” Atlas murmured, looking up slightly. He was worried he had interrupted Ms. Chuey-Yan’s work by going home early (even though Ms. Chuey-Yan was practically already there at campus when the class had returned from the field trip).

“No, no! Of course not, sweetheart!” Ms. Chuey-Yan said with a slight shake of her head, her short, green bob flowing with the head movements. “I was actually just about to go on lunch break when the school called me.”

“Oh…” Atlas mumbled. He still felt bad. His father already worked Ms. Chuey-Yan to the bone as his assistant, but basically being his babysitter had to be making her exhausted. Did slugs even get exhausted? Who knows.

As if sensing his guilt, Ms. Chuey-Yan turned one of her eyestalks to look back at the teen. “Did you eat, kiddo? We can stop and get lunch, if you’d like.”

Atlas looked up to face Ms. Chuey-Yan. He thought for a moment before shaking his head. “No… No thanks, Ms. Chuey-Yan. I-I’m… not hungry.”  He mumbled, popping his knuckles against his chest.

Ms. Chuey-Yan hummed and turned her eyestalk back to the road. “Alright, hun. Just let me know if you need anything, alright?” She says kindly. Atlas can hear the soft smile in her voice.

Atlas just nodded his head and hummed in response. He leaned his head on the car window, watching as other cars passed by. Atlas looked up when he felt his phone vibrate.

🪥: OMG! Atlas I heard what happened on your field trip! Dude are you okay!?

🪐: Yes, I am perfectly fine, Samato-san. Just a little shaken up, I suppose.

🪥: Yeah no shit! Dude you got ganged up on by a bunch of villains!

🪐: I’m fine. Nothing happened to me. I’m just worried about my teacher. He took the most brutality of the attack.

🪥: Oh dude im so sorry… Your teacher is Aizawa right? Man that must suck

🪐: It is quite unfortunate, but I was informed that he would make a relatively quick recovery as long as he rested well.

🪥: Thats good to hear. Thoughts and prayers man

🪐: Thank you, Samato-san. Your concern is appreciated in these worrisome times.

Atlas let his phone fall into his lap with a tiresome sigh before he felt it vibrate again. He lifted the small screen back up to his face.

🪥: Yo before you go are you doing anything this weekend?