(A/N: @franslover1126 Requested this!)
"I'm so sorry, Freddy!", Foxy apologized, wanting Freddy undress, subconsciously staring.
"It's fine, really, wasn't your fault you got pushed over," Freddy shrugged, undressing and getting into the emergency shower. Why was Freddy there? Well, Foxy had accidentally spilt hydrochloric acid on his chest from being pushed over by some group of girls he was arguing with in science.
Now Foxy had found himself in a room with Freddy in the shower and the female teacher outside. She wasn't allowed in so Foxy had to watch since Freddy gave consent to him.
"D-Does it hurt?", Foxy stuttered, still guilty and sheepish because of it. Usually, he isn't clumsy...But getting into an argument about hair was something that would do it.
"Not really, burns a little but honestly, they make out that it's worse than it is," Freddy shrugged, rubbing his nude body which Foxy was still staring at, "Also, like something you see?", Freddy laughed playfully, making Foxy face palm.
"Ugh! Sorry," He grumbled, not meaning to stare for so long, "You- You have a very good body, I guess?", Foxy admitted, blushing slightly but not finding anything wrong in what he was saying.
"We're both gay, you don't need to hide it," Freddy grinned, washing his hair, looking like something off an advert but with more...Explicit content.
"A-Aye," He nodded, clinging onto the towel nervously as he tried to not look at Freddy.
"Are you uncomfortable?"
"No?! What?!"
"Then you can look," Freddy invited, turning towards him after finishing his hair. Foxy blushed greatly and averted his eyes from Freddy.
"F-Freddy, please!", Foxy stuttered, handing him the towel as he stepped out of the shower. Freddy just slapped it around his waist and rubbed Foxy's cheek.
"Thanks," He thanked, hugging Foxy a little since he was still wet. He didn't even bother to dry himself?! This was a torture for Foxy.
Freddy glanced around the door and talked to the teacher, telling her he was nearly done. He grabbed the spare clothes and smiled at her before shutting the door again.
"Hey, Foxy?", Freddy called, making Foxy jump and turn to him, staring. He was waiting for him to continue, "You know how...How...Erm..."
"Go on?"
"You know how I told you that I didn't have a crush on anyone?"
"A-Aye?", He tilted his head, playing with his school jumper.
"I do now," Freddy smiled, "Can you guess who it is?"
"Erm. Chica, obviously," Foxy pouted as a joke. Freddy laughed slightly and shook his head.
"Guess you'll have to figure out yourself."
