It wasn't often that a conversation ran away from him so fast, but Matsushita's apparent desire to leave and forget this ever happened took Fuyuki completely by surprise. While he had the impression that he might have scarred the girl and, more importantly, his own reputation, he was more than happy to depart the building with his secret still hidden; not the method he had planned for, but results were all that mattered. Still... something about it didn't quite sit right. He couldn't decide whether he was just annoyed about being assaulted (twice!) or if he might actually be feeling guilty for upsetting the girl. The ends always justified the means, but perhaps he should follow up... Then again, Matsushita's body language had made it abundantly clear that further contact would not be taken kindly.... Fuyuki sighed deeply, marveling at how such a mess had stemmed from simple bad timekeeping.

Surfacing from his thoughts, he realised he had been wandering aimlessly through endless corridors. For a moment he cast about in confusion, unsure of where he had drifted. Fortunately or perhaps unfortunately in this case, he soon heard a gentle melody drifting from a nearby room; piano and a soft voice he recognised... There was only one piano in the school and thanks to that he finally got his bearings. Confident once more, Fuyuki leaned up against the wall, wondering how to waste his remaining Saturday afternoon; it had been pretty eventful thus far. Spending it listening to Princess Pretentiousness waffle on didn't sound like an enjoyable way to go. Fuyuki pushed off the wall with another sigh, determining to go watch some TV or something, when another voice floated out from the music room, peaky and strangely muffled. Nevertheless he recognised the nervous tones of the girl he had spoken to the other day. Azusa, was it? He had actually enjoyed her company, rare as that was, probably because she had a... calming air, in a frightened mouse kind of way. Fuyuki decided to listen in for a bit longer, curious as to how Mizukimura would handle Azusa's nervous disposition... and, he forced himself to admit, he was a bit worried about the younger girl's upset tone.