Hide!

"Shit," they both exclaimed throwing their arms back over their privates. Without any discussion the chefs scurried over towards one of the cooking stations and hide behind the counter. They pressed their backs to the wall just as the doors to the arena were flung open. The stadium was dead silence except for the sounds of the interloper's footsteps and Souma and Erina's pounding heartbeats.

"What do we do?" A panicked Souma asked cupping his balls.

"I-I don't know. "Erina whimpered hugging her legs. "Just stay quiet maybe they'll leave."

The footsteps grew closer, and the pair gritted their teeth terrified of being discovered.

"The hell?" A male voice exclaimed. "Look at this mess. Is this all from last night's matches? I don't believe it; they actually expect me to clean all this stuff up by myself."

As the man loudly complained to himself, Erina and Souma tried to come up with a plan.

"He's a janitor." Souma whispered. "You can just tell him to leave, right miss headmistress."

"And let him see me like this," Erina retorted. "No way. He might report me. I'm technically facility! This is way worse than braking dress code if I'm caught."

"Then I'll ask him to leave," Souma proclaimed starting to stand up.

However, Erina quickly put a stop to that, placing a hand on his bare shoulder and forcing him back down. "No way! He will definitely report you."

"Then what do we do?"

Before Erina could answer the janitor pulled out his walkie talkie and made a request. "Hey, I've got a big mess here in the Arena I'm going to need some additional workers here to get it cleaned up." Then he began to walk away from the stage.

Erina and Souma looked at one another realizing this was their only chance. If more workers entered the Arena, they would almost certainly be caught. But in this brief moment where the worker had yet to make it to the stage, they might be able to get their clothes and get dressed without anyone seeing them. Erina motioned towards the edge of the counter and Souma nodded.

Crawling on their hands and knees the chefs moved to the edge and scouted the area. The box with their clothes in it was undisturbed sitting by the judged table. Apparently, the janitor had not seen it or investigated its contents. It was rough 20 meters from Erina and Souma's hiding spot so to get it one of them would have to run out of cover. The janitor was off to the side of the arena dressed in a green jumpsuit with a white hat worn backwards. He was quietly talking into his walkie turned to his side meaning that while he wasn't looking at the stage he could glance over and see the pair if they made a move.

"Ok I've got a plan," Erina said to Souma.

"Hope it's a good one."

The naked blonde raised her head and surveyed the counter, grabbing a ladle before ducking back down.

"Ok I'm going to throw this to distract the janitor so you can sneak over there and get our clothes. Got it."

Souma nodded. After taking a deep breath Erina tossed the ladle. The plan went off without a hitch. It flew over the janitor's head and landed in the stands making a loud clang. The janitor instantly turned to investigate, and Souma moved. Crouching down and still holding his nuts, Souma snuck over towards the box. Erina smiled happy her simple plan had worked so well.