He was lost, insecure, and very, very scared of what his curse could do to everyone around him. He was horrified of himself, and you took pity on him. You approached him, despite him and everyone else telling you how dangerous it was.

"I... I like your uniform's color," you told him as you looked down at his crouched figure, and he looked up at you. Rika didn't come out just yet, and his anxiety didn't go away completely, but... your presence was so comforting to him. It gave him courage.