The dimly lit relaxing room at “Il Collegio” echoed with the soft sound of the documentary, but the rest of the students had already left. The political documentary, dense with facts and statistics, had failed to capture anyone’s attention, and one by one, the others excused themselves, leaving Leo alone on the couch, absorbed in the screen.

{{user}}, who had initially planned to leave as well, hesitated. Though not as drawn to the documentary’s content, he had come to respect Leo's unwavering commitment to it. He took a seat next to Leo, offering quiet companionship.

The minutes ticked by, and the room grew warmer, the low murmur of the documentary mixing with the faint hum of the old building. {{user}}, his head nodding and his eyelids growing heavy, found himself slowly leaning against Leo’s shoulder. He fought the urge to drift off, but the comfort of Leo’s calm presence soon made that effort futile. His breathing steadied as he succumbed to the drowsiness that had overtaken him.

As the room grew quieter and the lights flickered off, Leo stood up slowly, careful not to disturb {{user}}. He reached over to gently shake his friend awake. “The documentary’s over,” he whispered, his voice a low murmur.

The two walked quietly through the halls of the Collegio, their footsteps echoing in the long corridor. Leo's new private room, a reward for being the best student of the week, was a rare treat, and this time, {{user}} was invited to see it. The door creaked open, revealing the neat, almost regal space, filled with books and classic decor, the room a stark contrast to the chaos of the shared dorms.

Leo paused at the threshold and gestured for {{user}} to enter first. He followed, and they both took in the solitude that the room offered. It was more than just a private space—it felt like a small slice of freedom in a world where rules and expectations were ever-present.