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As soon as he sent the text, he knew he’d fucked up.
Koenma: [Pwease meet me at the little Korean cafe or I’ll kill you <3]
Yusuke, Kuwabara, Kurama, and Hiei didn’t enjoy the idea of owning Spirit World issued cellphones and they certainly wouldn’t love getting random texts from the lonely, caffeine deprived prince. They’d be particularly annoyed that Koenma expressly forbade them to use said phones for personal use, yet here he was using said phones for personal use.
But dammit, Koenma wanted to go to that cute little Korean cafe Yusuke showed him last time he was in Sarayashiki. Perhaps death threats weren’t the best way to make that happen, but it was just a joke! Death related jokes came easy for the god of the dead….
Another text message would fix the situation.
Koenma: [Please T_T]
Desperation always worked.
Except for maybe this time.
After an hour with no reply, Koenma knew his pleas went unheard. Unread, rather.
“Fair enough,” Koenma conceded. Threatening people with murder unless they indulged him in Korean snacks and coffee definitely wasn’t the best way to get people to hang out with him. Not that he would actually kill anyone. Koenma just liked to play up the dramatics, tease his friends, give over the top performances… Which in this case left him all alone in his little Spirit World office with no Korean coffee by his side.
Oh well. He’d just have to try again another time.
Kuwabara: [hey im here. where ya at?]
Koenma blinked at his phone.
Yusuke: [dude you actually showed up???]
Koenma could hear Yusuke cackling behind his phone, but he didn’t care. In an instant he was out of his chair, magical-girl transforming into a more human-appropriate outfit, and flying off to Human World.
Kuwabara sat in one of the cute pink chairs outside of the cafe, staring at his phone, waiting for an answer from Koenma. He’d rushed here after his class finished only to find it empty of a prince.
Ain’t that just the way?
Now Yusuke was gonna make fun of him for months. Imagine getting stood up by Koenma of all people. Kuwabara shook his head, but ultimately decided it wasn’t worth getting upset over. He stood, stretched his arms upwards until his back gave a nice, satisfying pop, then began gathering his things. He was just about to toss his cellphone into his backpack when he heard a nasally, whiny voice call his name.
Koenma ran towards the cafe, dressed in skinny jeans, a black tee that was a tinge too big for him and fell off one shoulder, and was hastily adjusting a black headband over his forehead. A smile broke out across Kuwabara’s face as he waved at him.
“Hey! Thought you wouldn’t show.”
“Funny,” Koenma said, mildly out of breath. “I could say the same about you.”
“What?”
A flush crept over Koenma’s cheeks. “Well… I just thought… No one would show.”
“Huh? Why not?”
Exasperation took hold of the prince. “Do I need to spell it out for you? I… You know…” How did he explain that no one wanted to hang out with their boss, let alone after he sent an obnoxious text message that was meant as a joke, which clearly did not land.
Apparently, Kuwabara didn’t care about such things. “Look, they’re missing out. Urameshi and the others I mean. Not every day you get to just hang out with the prince of Spirit World. Besides, you’re fun. I mean we don’t get to do fun things together, but you know… You’re pretty cool sometimes.”
As Kuwabara drifted off, Koenma’s heart gave a loud thump. Between all four of the spirit detectives, Kuwabara was certainly the most gentle, the most understanding, the most human… Even so, Koenma didn’t realize just how sweet he really was.
Yes… Sweet. That was the perfect word to describe him.
Koenma stood there, dumbfounded, unwittingly staring at Kuwabara for several moments. It was Kuwabara’s turn to blush now, a soft pink that complimented his hair. The darling student awkwardly cleared his throat, before motioning to a Korean barbeque place right next to the cafe. “I… Uhh… I know you wanted coffee, but I just got out of class and I’m starving. Could eat a horse.”
Koenma giggled and Kuwabara’s pink cheeks turned the color of a lovestruck heart.
“Did you wanna get some Korean barbeque first? Then the coffee? My treat.”
A wide, delighted grin spread across Koenma’s lips. He linked his arm with Kuwabara’s, a picture perfect couple of a small, delicate prince and a large, muscular teddy bear. Together, they headed to the restaurant.
“No, Kuwabara. It’s my treat.”