Ryuutaro had been... adapting. Trying to fit in by making his presence seem as if it was only natural for him to be here. Even though he sometimes just didn't understand a thing, he'd try to pretend he knew what was going on.
He still didn't like this world, but over the days it became endurable.
It wasn't that different from the Manor, if he came to think of it. Just that the people here all knew each other in contrary to be randomly mixed together.
But the longer Ryuutaro stayed the more he knew as well, so everything was getting better.

This morning the fortune-teller was actually kind of content.
"Over a week has passed. Looks like we're staying here a little longer."
Or the weird case of him actually getting stuck in Hayato's world had become reality.