“Hmm… Well, I guess you’ll be fine with the art stuff for now,” he said as a hand went to scratch his head. “But… I think you should keep your promise to Daddy for the next time you perform. It would make him really happy to see you on stage and perform, just for him, you know?”
“…But…” Haku frowned, reaching up with little gabby hands for Riku. “Its… Its scawyyy… All da boys and girls are staring at you and if you make a mistake they all see you! And they laugh at you and.. and its mean but makes you cry tooooo…” Haku trailed off, remembering one of the practices for their play.
“You’re not on the stage? How come?” the teen asked, noticing how the other swayed to and fro. “Don’t you want to be up there with the rest of the kids in your class? It’d be really nice to see you perform with them.”
“I wanna color and paint. Not sing about an itsy bitsy spida who has trouble climbing,” Haku grumbled quietly, kicking at the sand with his feet. “An’ some of da kids have to wear dese weird costumes. I just wanna color. But I told Daddy I would do the opposite next time..”
I swear, Riku’s a nice guy.
I swear to god, he’s the most protective and fluffy, loving, knight-in-shining-armor sort of guy.
He spent a year of self-sacrifice to wake his best friend up from a coma without expecting any sort of reward. He didn’t even want his friend to see him because of what he became trying to help. He just wanted Sora to wake up.
He’d do anything to help Sora. You know he would.
And he’s nice to Sora. He teases him a little bit, but he’s not mean. I mean, the meanest thing he’s done to Sora since KH1 (which was just a bad experience for him) was saying, “I’m not a total sap like you,” which is light teasing at most.
STOP IT WITH THE JERK THING
Riku smiled down at the child. “Oh? Well, that’s very good of you to ‘participate’ and help out. Do you like it so far?”
“I guess..” Haku hummed, swaying on his feet absently. “Daddy is proud of me, even though he wants me to be on stage with all da otha kids…” Haku shrugged. He was perfectly content with helping out with the art work or their play. Even if he enjoyed attention he didn’t want to stand up in front of everyone and start singing nursery rhymes.
“I hope nobody is mad at me…”