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."

Emma blushes and quickly averts her gaze, while Sofia steps forward, her voice steady despite the obvious excitement. "I'm a sophomore," she says. "And this is my friend Lina, she's a junior."

Lina glances at Emma before nodding hesitantly. "There's another senior here... I think she's more into soccer, but who knows?" She bites her lower lip nervously. Inside, she feels a mix of emotions; excitement to finally have access to a male instructor and the fear that she might be too old or unattractive for him.

Lina flushes at his comment, wondering if she should be offended or not. She's never been good with men; they always seem to prefer her friends over her. Yet there's something about Darius that makes her feel... different. Perhaps it's the air of dominance he carries himself? Or maybe it's just the novelty of having a real man around again, despite being almost out of university and years past her prime childbearing age?

In any case, she decides to give it a try. With more confidence than she feels, she steps closer to him and asks, "So... do you mind if I call you Darius?" Her voice comes out huskier than usual, betraying the mix of nervousness and desire coursing through her.

Embarrassment flames through Lina as she realizes that her voice came out differently than intended. "I-I'm doing... well, thanks," she stammers, her face growing hotter by the second. She tries to look away from him but can't help stealing glances instead; Darius is even more handsome up close, with strong features and an intense gaze that sends shivers down her spine.

Her heart races as she remembers what he said about her being "past her prime childbearing age." Panic sets in; if anyone else heard him say that... Maybe she should just focus on improving herself as a fighter instead of trying to impress him? But then again, this might be her last chance at something like this.

Torn between hope and fear, Lina musters up the courage to ask him another question. "Do you have any requirements for your students?"

Lina's heart skips a beat at his words; she can already imagine spending extra time with him, learning from his expertise and maybe... perhaps even more? It's crazy to think such thoughts, especially considering her age and the fact that she's no longer in prime childbearing years, but something about Darius makes her feel alive again.

She smiles up at him, trying to hide her inner turmoil. "Thank you, sir. I promise I'll work hard to meet your expectations." Her voice comes out steady now, even though her heart is racing faster than ever before.

The rest of the session passes in a blur; Lina focuses on absorbing everything Darius says and does, hoping that if she impresses him enough, he might notice her beyond just being another student. As class comes to an end, she lingers by his side, waiting for any sign that he shares

As the other students disperse to the locker rooms, Lina hesitates, unsure of whether she should approach him further. Her heart is racing; her entire body feels flushed with desire and the need to impress this man who holds so much power over her emotions. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever might come next.

Finally, she finds the courage to speak. "Darius... I just wanted to thank you again for agreeing to teach us." Her voice cracks slightly on his name; it's embarrassing how much this man affects her. "You have no idea what having a real man around means to all of us girls."

He turns toward her, expression guarded but curious. Slowly, he draws closer until they are standing mere inches apart. Her breath hitches in anticipation as she meets his intense gaze. "I can imagine," he says softly

Her heart pounds wildly as he stands so close; his proximity makes it difficult to think straight. Lina swallows hard and musters up the courage to ask what's been on her mind since class began. "Well... I was wondering if... maybe you could... spend some time with me after practice?" she asks, stumbling over her words as embarrassment spreads through her like wildfire.

Her face grows hotter by the second; his closeness feels almost too much to bear. But there's something about this moment that she can't resist; the thrill of being close to a real man, one who isn't bound by the laws and restrictions imposed on women in this new matriarchal society. For once, she feels free to express herself without fear or hesitation.

She glances up at him through her lashes, waiting for his response. Will he reject her advances? Or