I do not own Galactik Football.
Need
She had begged him once and she was not going to do it again.
As she kept her focus ahead, her colourless hair and pale skin washed by the red of the setting sun, Rocket found himself studying her as he seemed to be doing quite often lately.
The wind tossed her trench coat to a side and she shivered. Before he could make a move to cradle her for extra warmth or suggest they go inside though, she absentmindedly hugged her coat to her body and folded her arms for good measure.
And it stuck him at lightning speed: she didn't need him.
In spite of how Mei dropped accusations onto his head on how much he made her cry, no matter how D'Jok had felt the need to threaten him to never do it again, how Sinedd had snarled she was a weakling cry-baby, a "poor/pure little girl" who needs her boyfriend to protect her and how she, herself, had told him she did, she didn't need him.
She may have cried, and she may have mourned the loss of her first love, even fallen to depression when she learned he had been gone to play football of all things; but after all she was the girl who had defied her parents –who were very resourceful ambassadors- to follow her dreams, and then broke into a Technoid jail to save them. She was the determined girl who had faced him in that cage, who had very elegantly handed him his ass, thank you very much, and adorned her victory with a kick of a ball to his head and a wicked grin plastered on her face as she jumped lithely around the traps and the walls of the Sphere.
She didn't need him as much as everyone thought she did.
And that scared him.
*pats Rocket's dreadlocked head* She still wants you though, thickhead.
"Sweet little angel" Tia kicks ass, any objections? XD