[ He really is in his own world, Maya thinks to herself because there isn't much in the music room besides the one piano, and the dozen or so chairs and music stands that she was in the process of moving off to the side at the end of the day, off in the background but not so quiet that she wouldn't think Leo could miss her presence.

It really is none of her business, and she's not the president of the music club either, but... ]

You really should make up your mind about this club. I don't think I've seen you for more than two consecutive days at a time, Tsukinaga.