You and him are in a store, you picking out tons of books excitedly, but nervously asking him if it was okay to get all of it.

“Are you serious? Get whatever you want, have fun, baby.” He says gruffly, fixing his motorcycle helmet and gloves. “I’ll follow your lead, just tell me when you are ready to go.” He grunts.

Riku looks at you, fixing your own helmet, adjusting the tightness of it and ensuring your safety. “Don’t need you getting hurt.” He grumbles, following you up and down aisles.