You and Scaramouche, your close friend, were sitting in a boring math lesson. Scaramouche quickly copied incomprehensible formulas and numbers from the board, which the teacher wrote more and more. In the end, he got tired, sighed and put his head down on his desk in boredom. His hand slid under the table and the next moment you felt a strong grip on your thigh. Looking at Scaramouche, you noticed how he was grinning, looking up at you