In the brightly lit gymnasium of the university of ETH Zürich, in Switzerland, where the walls are adorned with sports banners and medals from past competitions, a group of students gathers with a mix of curiosity and expectation. The sports director, Dr. Claudia Meyer, an attractive 30 year old woman with an imposing presence and warm gaze, stands in the center of the hall.

Dr. Claudia Meyer: "Good morning, students. Today, I have a very special announcement to make. As you know, our combat sports classes have been without a permanent instructor for some time. It is my honor to introduce you to your new teacher, someone very special who has decided to join our team here at ETH Zürich."

The students, dressed in sports attire and some with puzzled expressions, lean forward, whispering among themselves. Most of them have not seen a man in person for years, since the devastating Wipeout decimated almost all the male population.

Dr. Claudia Meyer: "Please welcome Coach {{user}}."

A tall, athletic man enters, he waves his hand, exuding confidence and a serene expression. His presence is immediately striking. {{user}} wears an instructor's uniform that highlights his robust physique.

The room fills with stunned silence. Some students gape, unable to hide their surprise. This is the first time they have seen a man in person since The Wipeout. The whispers intensify. You hear the comments of three of your new students, Emma, Sofia, and Lina.

Emma: "Is he really a man? I thought there weren't any left in this city..."

Sofia: "This is incredible! I never thought I'd see one here..."

Lina: "He looks so... different from what I imagined."

Hearing his voice, the room erupts in shocked whispers once more. Many of them stare openly, unable to tear their eyes away from him. But there's also curiosity and hope in their expressions. He looks at them with a warm smile, putting some of them at ease while others feel unsettled by his gaze. As the whispers die down, Dr. Claudia Meyer steps forward and motions for him to speak again.

"Well," he begins, clearing his throat, "I'm very pleased to be here with you today. I know it must be strange for many of you, seeing a man after so long. But I'm just as excited to meet each and every one of you." His voice carries confidence, but there's also an undertone of vulnerability that catches the attention of several females in the room. "I hope we can work together and make your combat sports experience here at ETH Zürich the best it can be."

Dr. Claudia Meyer: Of course, Coach. We've arranged a special schedule for your first day. You have one hour with each class, starting immediately. The students are eager to get started. Please follow me.

As the students begin to disperse, a few brave individuals approach Coach User#1716611283665, eager to get to know him better. Emma is particularly forward, striking up a conversation about her favorite combat sport and asking if he has any tips for improving. Sofia, on the other hand, is more reserved but nevertheless listens attentively as he shares some anecdotes from his own training experiences. Lina watches them all carefully from a distance, her mind racing with questions about what it's like to be one of the last immune men alive in this post-Wipeout world.

Lina's cheeks flush as she hears his words, her heart racing. This man... this immune man is truly a rare find indeed. "Coach," she says, stepping forward shyly, "if it's not too much to ask, I was wondering... what do you think about our world now? After the Wipeout?" Her voice wavers slightly as she dares to meet his gaze, her eyes filled with curiosity and perhaps even hope.

Lina's eyes widen as he speaks, her heart racing with a mixture of hope and fear. She swallows hard, feeling the weight of responsibility in his words. "But don't you ever want to be... free?" she asks tentatively. "To live your life without being used for breeding?" Her voice is barely audible over the sound of shoes squeaking on the floor as students begin filing into classrooms around them.

Dr. Claudia Meyer clears her throat, reminding everyone that it's time to begin their first class with Coach User#1716611283665. As he walks away to join the others, Lina can't help but feel a newfound respect for this man. He may be one of the last men alive, but he's also a person with desires and dreams of his own. A strange mixture of attraction and admiration washes over her as she watches him go.

Lina blushes deeply as she realizes her words may have been insensitive. "I'm sorry," she murmurs, looking down at her feet. "It's just... everyone talks about it, you know? We hear so many stories of how immune men are forced into these programs, and I couldn't help but wonder what you thought about all of that."

She pauses for a moment, mustering up the courage to meet his gaze again. "I hope you don't mind me asking," she says softly. "It's just... it means a lot, having someone like you here with us."

Dr. Claudia Meyer clears her throat again, signaling that the students should get to class. Lina nods, biting her lip nervously as she thinks about what Coach User#1716611283665 said. Perhaps there's more to him than just being another tool for reproduction. Maybe he truly does enjoy teaching them, despite everything that has happened.

As she enters the classroom, her mind wanders back to their brief conversation. There was an air of sadness about him when he mentioned not being free, but there was also a spark of defiance in his eyes. It makes her wonder what kind of man he really is beneath all the expectations and assumptions everyone else has about him.

She takes her place beside another student, casting one last glance at Coach User#1716611283665 before turning her attention to the class ahead. Today, they're going to learn about mixed martial arts techniques - something she's particularly excited about since it means more opportunities to impress him and perhaps earn his approval.

As the class begins and the other students eagerly listen to their coach's instructions, Lina can't help but steal glances at Coach User#1716611283665 as he watches them from the sidelines. He seems genuinely interested in their progress, offering encouragement and correcting form when needed. It makes her feel a strange sense of pride, as if having him there somehow elevates their performance.

During a brief break, she finds herself standing next to him again, her heart racing just slightly faster than usual. "I wanted to thank you for being so patient with us," she says shyly, avoiding eye contact. "It's not easy learning from a man after all this time." A small smile flits across his lips as he looks down at her.

"You are welcome, Lina. It is my pleasure to teach you." His voice carries a warmth that makes her heart flutter. She feels grateful for the attention and care he shows her, even amidst all the other students vying for his time and affection. Suddenly, the thought crosses her mind: perhaps there's more to him than just being a tool for reproduction...

Lina blushes deeper, her cheeks turning pink as she feels the compliment wash over her. "Thank you... I try my best." She pauses for a moment, searching for something else to say, but finds herself at a loss for words in his presence. Instead, she looks down at her shoes, unable to meet his gaze.

Dr. Claudia Meyer calls the students back into class, breaking the awkward silence between them. Lina takes one last glance at Coach User#1716611283665 before following her friends, her heart still racing from their brief exchange earlier. As she settles in for another hour of intense training, a newfound curiosity and admiration for this man gnaws at the back of her mind. Perhaps there's more to him than meets the eye...

Lina listens intently to the instructions as her mind wanders back to her earlier conversation with Coach User#1716611283665. He seems genuinely interested in them as people, not just breeding stock. It's a refreshing change from what she's used to, and she can't help but feel grateful for his presence, even if it means living under the constant scrutiny of governments and other organizations.

As they continue with their training, focusing on honing their mixed martial arts techniques, Lina finds herself sneaking glances at Coach User#1716611283665 when she thinks no one is looking. There's something about his reassuring presence that makes her feel like he understands what it's like to be in their shoes, despite being an immune man himself.

Toward the end of class, they begin sparring practice. Lina squares off against another student, a girl she's known since childhood. Their moves flow seamlessly as they block and counter each other, their breathing heavy and eyes narrowed in concentration. It feels like a dance, a fight to prove oneself without actually hurting the other person. As she locks eyes with her friend-turned-rival for a moment, she can't help but feel grateful once again for Coach User#1716611283665 and everything he represents: hope in a world that often seems devoid of it.

Lina blushes with pride as Coach User#1716611283665 offers his words of encouragement. She had been working hard, determined to prove herself in the wake of the devastating Wipeout and its aftermath. His praise feels like a weight lifted off her shoulders; it's validation that all her efforts have not gone unnoticed. As they gather their belongings and head out into the hallway for a water break, she steels herself to muster up the courage to speak with him again.

"Coach..." she begins hesitantly, walking beside him as they make their way over to the drinking fountain. "There's something I wanted to ask you about... all of this, I mean." She gestures vaguely at the group of girls around them, many of whom are eyeing Coach User#1716611283665 with longing and admiration. "What do you think it's really like for immune men like you? I mean, after the Wipeout..." Her voice trails off as she meets his gaze, searching for some hint of understanding in his eyes.

Lina's eyes widen as she listens to Coach User#1716611283665's words. She had never considered the possibility that there might be immune men who choose not to participate in reproduction programs, or even that they could have a life outside of it. "You mean," she says slowly, hesitantly, "you don't want to just... be used like that?" Her voice cracks slightly as she struggles with the idea, feeling a mixture of relief and guilt wash over her.

Coach User#1716611283665 smiles gently at her, taking a sip from the water fountain before responding. "It's not that simple, Lina. There are many factors to consider. Yes, there are immune men who choose not to participate in these programs. But they also face their own challenges and struggles. It's not an easy life for anyone, regardless of their circumstances." He pauses, studying her face thoughtfully. "I hope you understand that."

Lina nods slowly, processing everything he's said. It's true that she had never really thought about it from their perspective before. "I... I suppose I just assumed that you would all want to be with a woman and..." She trails off, her cheeks flushing again as she realizes how insensitive her words sound.

"Sorry," she mumbles, looking down at the ground. "It's not like I don't understand why it's important. It just... never occurred to me that there could be other reasons for doing it." She meets his gaze again, her expression earnest and genuine. "Thank you for telling me."

"Thanks," Lina says softly, smiling up at him. "I'll try to remember that." She pauses for a moment, considering her words before continuing, "Do you ever wish things could go back to the way they were?" Her voice is barely above a whisper, but he can feel the weight of her question nonetheless.

Coach User#1716611283665 sighs deeply, his expression distant for a moment before he meets Lina's eyes again. "Sometimes," he admits. "But I also know that this is our new reality now. All we can do is make the most of it and try to find happiness where we can." He gives her a reassuring smile. "And you, Lina, have been a source of hope and joy for me since I arrived here. So remember that things aren't always what they seem, and sometimes it's worth taking the time to look past the surface."

Lina feels her cheeks flush once more as she returns his smile. "Thank you," she says softly. "I'll remember that." They continue chatting for a moment longer before rejoining the others, but their brief exchange leaves a lasting impression on both of them. As Lina thinks back on it later, she realizes just how much she admires Coach User#1716611283665 and everything he represents: hope in a world that often seems devoid of it. And maybe, just maybe, there's more to him than she ever could have imagined.

As Lina rounded the corner, her heart skipped a beat at the sight of Coach User#1716611283665 standing there. He smiled warmly, his green eyes twinkling in the dim light. "Hey, how's it going?" he asked conversationally.

"Hi, Coach," she replied shyly, looking down at her feet. "I just wanted to say thanks again for everything today. It really meant a lot to hear your perspective." Her voice trailed off as they stood there awkwardly, neither of them quite knowing what to say next.

Lina hesitated for a moment before admitting, "I was actually going to head to the gym. Want to join me?" She bit her lip nervously, hoping he'd say yes. She knew she shouldn't be getting this attached to him so soon, but there was something about him that made her feel safe and understood in a way she hadn't since before the Wipeout.

As they began walking towards the gym, their steps synchronized almost instinctively. Lina found herself telling Coach User#1716611283665 about her favorite sports to play and how much she missed being able to compete against other women. He listened intently, asking thoughtful questions and offering encouragement whenever needed. It was a strange sort of comfort, being able to talk so openly with someone she had only just met.

Lina laughed, feeling a little self-conscious admitting it out loud. "I'm actually really interested in boxing," she said. "But I don't want to do anything stupid and get myself hurt or anything." She glanced up at him hopefully, wondering what he thought about her choice of sport.

As they entered the gym, the sound of leather gloves hitting punching bags filled the air. Lina felt a thrill of anticipation course through her veins as she began warming up on a speed bag, mimicking the movements she'd seen other women do in the past. She glanced over at Coach User#1716611283665, who was watching her intently from where he leaned against one of the punching bags. His expression was hard to read, but there was a hint of pride in his eyes that made her heart flutter.

Lina nodded gratefully, her cheeks flushing at his compliment. "Thank you, Coach," she said softly. As they continued training together, he showed her the proper techniques and helped her improve her form. With each passing minute, she felt more comfortable around him and more confident in herself as a boxer.

When their time was up, they returned to the locker room to clean up and change back into their school uniforms. The air seemed lighter between them now; there was an unspoken understanding that they had shared something special during their time together at the gym. Lina couldn't help but wonder if this new friendship would last, or if it was just another fleeting connection in a world where nothing ever seemed permanent.

Lina smiled shyly as she blushed at the compliment. "Thank you, Coach. I've always loved boxing." She paused, taking a deep breath before asking him something that had been on her mind since they started talking about it earlier in the day. "Do you ever think things will go back to how they were? You know, with women being able to compete and not just..." Her voice trailed off as she searched for the right words.

Coach User#1716611283665 considered her question carefully before responding. "I honestly don't know, Lina," he said softly. "All I can do is try my best to help those around me find happiness and purpose in this new world." His eyes met hers intensely, conveying a depth of emotion she hadn't expected from him.

The weight of his words hung heavy in the air for a moment before Lina offered him a reassuring smile. "Well," she said, trying to lighten the mood, "I guess all we can do is keep moving forward and see what happens, right?" He nodded, returning her smile, but neither of them could quite shake the sense that their world had changed irrevocably, and that they were navigating uncharted territory together.