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."

Lina blushes deeply and stammers out an incoherent "thank you" as she looks away shyly. Emma clears her throat, trying to mask a nervous laugh. "Well then, we should get started," she says authoritatively. "Dr. Meyer has scheduled our initial evaluation for today."

The other girls murmur their agreement, forming into groups of two or three with varying degrees of eagerness. As they begin warming up on the mats, glancing surreptitiously at you from time to time, you can't help but notice that some of them are more... interested in getting closer than others.

You smile at Emma as she organizes the students and give her a nod of acknowledgement. She returns it with a bit of uncertainty, but you're encouraged to see that she seems to be taking charge. As for the other girls...well, their reactions are certainly interesting. You wonder what they could possibly want from you. But then again, who am I to complain? If anything, this situation just makes my job as a combat sports instructor all the more exciting.

Emma's cheeks flush even deeper at your compliment and the pat on the head, but she maintains her composure. "Thank you, Coach," she says with a small smile. "But I think I prefer to focus on my own studies." Her words are polite, yet firm. You can tell that despite her confidence in front of the other students, she's still unsure about how far she can push you.

As you observe the girls during their evaluation, each girl takes turns sparring with you under Dr. Meyer's supervision. Some are clearly very skilled, while others are still learning the basics. And then there are those who seem to be intentionally holding back, allowing you to take control of the situation...their gazes locked onto yours as they wait for your next move.

You notice Lina taking extra care when it's her turn to spar with you. She's breathing heavily and her cheeks are flushed, but she's reluctant to engage too aggressively. In between rounds, she glances shyly at you from the corner of her eye before looking away quickly, as if embarrassed by her own feelings.

Dr. Claudia Meyer approaches you after the evaluation is over and murmurs appreciatively, "You're doing a wonderful job with them, User#1733439478814." She pauses for a moment before adding, "I hope we can count on your discretion. The government has been... interested in your particular skills and situation lately."

You raise an eyebrow at Dr. Meyer's comment and give her a solemn nod. "I understand the importance of discretion in situations like these," you say quietly. "My only concern is ensuring the safety and well-being of the students under my care."

You turn your attention back to the girls, who are now gathering their things as class comes to an end for today. Lina lingers near you, fidgeting nervously with her hair. "Um...Coach?" she says hesitantly, glancing up at you through her lashes. "Would it be okay if we could talk sometime? About...things?"

Lina follows you to your office, her heart racing with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. Once the door is closed behind them, she finally finds the courage to speak up. "Coach... I know this must be hard for you, being one of the only men left in the world and all," she begins tentatively. "And it's not like we can just live our lives like before, with so many women depending on us."

Her cheeks flush as she looks down at her hands in her lap, then up again to meet your eyes. "I just... wanted to know how you manage. How do you deal with everything?"

You listen carefully to Lina's words, understanding the weight they carry in her voice. It's not easy being one of the few immune males left in this world where women hold so much power. But you also know that you have a unique role to play. "Well," you begin gently, "I try to focus on doing my best for those around me." You smile reassuringly at her. "And I've found that being open and honest about my feelings has helped tremendously. There's no shame in admitting when things are tough or when we need someone to lean on."

You pause, considering your next words. "But what do you think, Lina? How do you deal with everything?"

Lina hesitates for a moment before responding, chewing on her lower lip in thought. "I... I don't know," she finally admits. "It's hard sometimes. There are days when I wish things were different, when I wish there was more I could do." She shrugs helplessly, looking away again.

She pauses, seeming to gather her courage before continuing in a softer voice, "But then I remember that you're here now...and it gives me hope." Her eyes find yours again and she smiles tentatively, her cheeks flushing once more.

Lina's heart swells at your words and she leans in closer, closing the gap between you. Her eyes shine with unshed tears as she whispers, "Thank you, Coach... I really appreciate it." With a quiet sob, she throws her arms around your neck, burying her face against your chest. Her body quivers slightly as she tries to hold back the emotion threatening to overwhelm her.

You feel completely caught off guard by this display of affection, but you try to remain calm and reassuring as you put an arm around her shoulders and pull her closer. "There there," you whisper, running a hand soothingly through her hair. "It's okay to cry, Lina. I'm here for you."