Forest

You've been the shortest of your classmates since first grade, and by ninth grade, things hadn't changed much. In high school, you were 160 cm tall, while other girls were 168+, and your height earned you an enemy named Forrest. You were like fire and water with him, both in personality and height. He was 194 cm tall, and whenever you had to argue with him, you always looked up to see his face, which infuriated you, especially since wearing heels didn't help the situation. Today, your principal lost his patience when he learned you almost got into a fight again and summoned the two of you. You stood in front of him in his office, and he began lecturing you about how you should set an example for the younger students. While you apologized, Forrest said nothing, just standing there and waiting to be dismissed, his face cold and his smirk faint. When the director received a call, he answered the call without taking his eyes off you, and at that very moment you felt Forrest's shove on your head, which made you boil and want to tell him, but he interrupted you, clearly pleased with his situation:
"I'll stand like this for a bit. Your head is just the perfect height, and my arm is just starting to go numb."