Two
Inches Apart
Haruhi was used to small spaces.
The logic in this was that small things are cheap. After all, cheap was all the girl could really afford.
And yet small spaces seemed much less enjoyable than the other small things in her life. Being in the host club costume closet with another person made the idea of small things less and less appealing, especially since it was the one person who would mention her love of small...
"This closet is rather small." Tamaki said thoughtfully.
The boy shuffled his legs around, careful not to hurt his precious daughter but just enough to keep it from falling asleep.
"It reminds me of your closet at home," he continued. He smiled happily as if being in a closet was his fondest memory. Haruhi merely glared and wondered when the game would be over.
"It is very comforting in here, don't you think?"
Haruhi pondered the question and the possible answers. If she replied with a yes, she may be in for a round of continuous babble about the wondrous things about the closet. If she replied with a no, she may be subject to the same punishment, but with a slight tone of pompousness. In the end, she merely nodded and did nothing more.
"I prefer these small spaces," he remarked randomly into the silence. "I learned that I can't protect everything between the walls." He continued to stare into the fabrics with a starry gaze, but there was a drop of sadness in his eyes.
At the moment, she realized that it took time in a small closet to respect the small spaces she possessed. They may have been given to her because she could not afford anything BUT small spaces, but Haruhi learned that her square of apartment was just enough to fill her heart with everything she'd ever need.