Without his permission, his hands were on her face, tangling in her hair, thumbs brushing away the angry tears that still fell slowly from her eyes. It wasn't enough, and he pulled her toward him, pressing his forehead into hers and squeezing his eyes shut as their lips hovered a breath apart. If either of them said another word, they would touch. It took all his self-control to keep from shaking with the effort of not closing the distance.
Another fanart for an amazing Kacchako fanfic, this time Two Black Dots by @tharroswrites.














