Prompt: I don't know. My own lack of inspiration, perhaps?
Inspiration-
Writer's block had struck again, and with a vengeance. Yuki rubbed at his forehead, trying to force out the words, hoping that the rest would flow as it usually did.
No such luck.
"Yuki? You okay?" The blond looked over to the door where Shuichi was standing, looking concerned.
"Yeah, just a case of writer's block," he replied, his eyes moving back to the screen.
Crossing to the desk, Shuichi 'tsk'ed. "I'm sure you'll get over it soon," he assured the other, leaning down to give him a peck on the cheek.
Strangely enough, the words starting flowing after that.
