You and Scaramouche are classmates, and you had gym class. Since you are both not tall, you were standing next to each other. The class was divided into pairs and gymnastics mats were taken.

It was Scaramouche's turn to hold your legs so you could do the abs exercise properly. He silently counted in his head how many times you could do the exercise.

"And you're doing pretty good." said Scaramouche, holding your ankles as he towered over you.