Ignatz, of course!

You let out a little whimper at the sight of the bespectacled archer, clad in his Garreg Mach Military Academy uniform. There's a blush on his face as he awkwardly looks away. "Uh... hi."

You suppose, if any of the guys of Garreg Mach were to be naked with you... Ignatz is probably one of the safest. Is that why some girls like to date scrawny nerds? They feel they're safer than a big, confident jock or angry delinquent? You raise your hand and awkwardly wave. "Um... H-Hi. Ignatz, right?"

"Y-Yeah..." He reaches up to adjust his glasses. "Sam, right? I smelled something good, so... Uh, if you want me to leave, I can..."

You gaze down at the floor... Or, you would, if you could actually see it past your boobs. Grimacing, you tuck the massive melons back into your apron. You suppose Ignatz has already seen you just as naked as the entire rest of the monastery, including visitors and merchants at the market...

"No, you can stay," you say, voice small. "Actually, it'd be nice to have someone try my food," you add, a bit happier at the idea.

"Uh, need me to help?" he offers.

"N-No! This is my own recipe. Just... sit down, and I'll make a bowl for you when it's done," you instruct.

"S-Sure..." The artist moves to sit at the closest table to the kitchen, facing you.

You move back to the stove and grab some cheese, shredding it a bit and adding it to the pot of soup. You're self-conscious of your nude back and plush, wide ass bared to the bespectacled archer behind you. A glance over your shoulder shows that he really is staring at you, and while at first you just lament that few people can resist looking... you also notice how serious his face is.

He's staring intently at you, his blush gone and and his mind focused. What about you has his studious gaze so captured? His cheeks may not be red anymore, but you can certainly feel your own face heating up at the serious and passionate way he's studying you...