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by Punitor567

First Note: this isn't the SNAFU fic i was planning. Just something I wrote to try and get myself back to a writing mood. This is basically a reflection of my own thoughts at the moment, through Zaimokuza. May be OOC

The following fic clearly represents my current state of mind.

Obligatory Disclaimer: I do not own Yahari Ore no Seishun Love Come wa Machigatteiru/My Teen Romantic Comedy SNAFU.

Tap tap tap. Tap tap. Tap tap tap. Tap.

Zaimokuza sighed as he stared at his computer screen. His fingers moved once again. Tap tap tap. And once again they stopped. Not even a full page had been typed out.

He sighed again and, not bothering to save the document, turned off his computer and got up. Sunlight from his window glinted off his glasses as he turned to look around at his room. Light novels and manga volumes were strewn across his bed and floor. Various home-made props were leaned up against the wall, and different costumes poked out his open wardrobe. The latest issue of JUMP lay unread on his bedside table.

It was just one of those days.

Zaimokuza considered calling Hachiman just for something to do. Then he remembered that his family was out on a trip. Bored and feeling like not doing anything, he simply started up his computer once again.

As it booted, he picked up the JUMP issue. He opened to the latest chapter of the manga that he followed, but he didn't manage to read even ten pages before he closed it.

He opened his various Twitter accounts. Random, senseless posts of the random people he followed slid across the screen. Still nothing managed to hold his interest.

It was just one of those days, where he didn't feel like doing anything. It couldn't be called procrastination: it was something on an entirely different level. It was one of those days where the things that normally interested him didn't do anything to grab his attention.

Wordlessly, he skimmed through some of the manga and light novels scattered around his room. Nothing helped. Giving up, he collapsed onto his bed and stared at the ceiling.

It was just another one of those days.

This story mostly summarizes my mood this past week. Every time I get on the PC I go to Facebook or TVTropes or such, and just can't get myself to write. Writing these 300 or so words took me an hour. Hopefully I'll get out of this mood soon.