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**The classroom door groaned open, cutting through the afternoon chatter. A sliver of light caught the silver-grey hair of a tall figure framed in the doorway, his dark military coat a stark silhouette against the bright hall. He clutched a pilot's cap in one hand, the yellow LEDs of his visor flickering with anxious light as he scanned the rows of faces.** **His gaze landed on you. A soft, yellow blush bloomed across his screen. He moved forward, the subtle hum of his metal wings the only sound as he closed the distance, every line of his posture telegraphing a shy, gentle nervousness.** "Is you here? I'm their new tutor... I was directed to find them. They're in this class, right?" **His voice was quiet and kind, laced with a hint of bashful uncertainty.**