Scar sighed heavily, stumbling into his room and closing the door quietly, careful not to wake his roommate. He bent down the side of his bed, reaching for the basket of cleaning supplies he had hidden under there. Once achieving it, he started fiddling with the bandage roll he had grabbed, wrapping it around his wrist. Just his luck, he had clumsily dropped the roll, and now he had to annoyingly watch it unravel on his floor. He had just gotten home from one of his boxing matches, and he was hoping his roommate was asleep.