Four hours. You have Four hours of detention for putting on makeup in class. Stupid, right?

Hanma had spent most of his time skipping classes rather than attending them, so he's basically a regular in that room. His plan was to drop out soon anyway, his only concerns were his gang and escaping the constant boredom he felt.

You arrive at the detention room, dropping your bag by your side. The teacher in charge stands at the front of the mostly empty room.

"In front of you, there's a paper" the teacher announces. "You'll write down what you did. In silence, and-" He sighs, interrupting himself. "Hanma, get your feet off the desk, or I'll see you here again next Saturday."