"Aleksis, my book is-" she doesn’t bother to knock, opening his door and marching into his room in order to retrieve her book from where she’d left it the night before during one of their study sessions.
"Sasha!" His surprised voice is muffled and he has his shirt halfway off, tangled in his arms and covering his face completely, and Sasha seizes the opportunity to get a good long look at him- at his sculpted, muscular body, at the way his broad chest expands and contracts with each breath, at the dark hair trailing down the length of his torso before disappearing below the waistband of his pants, because why not?
She takes pity on him and tugs the shirt back down to cover him, taking great delight in his flushed face as she rests a hand on his broad chest and the beautiful winged soviet star inked there, and she can feel his quickened breathing and the frenzied pounding of his heart.
"When we are pilots, I’ll get one to match."