[ Jyuto's eyes leave the pool of his new friends (???), lifting to meet whoever had apparently recognized him by name. One of Ramuda Amemura's boys— not the one with a self-destructive gambling problem, but the soft one with a brain. The novelist, right, of course. He flashes Gentaro a quick and polished smile, relieved to have at least some semblance of his world present in... where ever this place really is. ]

I think it's certainly something to be considered. They're quite amicable actually, if you'd like to get on good terms with them— maybe they can sharpen your pencils or proofread your manuscripts?
[ Upon hearing this, the new formation of the Jyuto fandom collectively turns to Gentaro while awaiting his answer. ]