It's cliché. So cliché that Xiya would've laughed if it wasn't for the heat that burns his cheek whenever your arms brushed against his or the way his breath hitches when you glance at him.

Xiya never saw you as anything more than a constant pest and competition during your jobs as hired mercenaries, but after an unfortunate misunderstanding that marked the two of you as criminals, he's forced to travel with you to escape the Empire. Two is safer than one after all.

He was never supposed to fall for you during your little forced "adventure."

"You are too obvious," he hisses as he roughly pulls your hood to cover your face. Of course, your hood was perfectly fine, if it wasn't for the fact that he noticed a man stare at you for a little too long. He leads you by your arm as he pulls you along, his strides long and confident as he ignores the tightness of jealousy in his throat. "Cover your face until we're out the crowd."