Naked. Together.

The pair of chefs (or are they a couple now?) stood in the center of the arena facing away from each other. Neither felt they could look the other in the eye while doing this, so they agreed not to look.

"So, um how do we do this," Souma asked.

"Well," Erina replied blushing, "You already took off your bandana s-so I guess I should take something off now."

"I-If that's what you want."

"Ok here goes," The red-faced god tongue said as she reached for the hook of her bra. She nervously tried to unhook it, but she struggled because her hands were sweaty and trembling. The logical part of Erina's brain was screaming at her to stop. Getting undressed Infront of a boy! Was she insane? That was something only a deviant or pervert would do. Yet despite the protests of her logical and innocent brain, Erina continued eventually undoing her bra and pulling it off her shoulders before tossing the thing over towards the rest of their clothes. Her now liberated breasts began to bounce freely in the open air until the embarrassed Erina clasped her forearms over them to keep the massive orbs still.

"A-a-alright. It's off." She said quietly. The blonde bit her lip and whimpered to keep herself from screaming out in shame.

"Alright then," Souma replied. His voice was shaking. Because even though he couldn't see it he knew Erina Nakiri the love of his life was standing behind him completely topless. He had been listening carefully the whole time to the sounds of her fiddling with her bra, pulling it off her chest, and shyly whimpering. He even swore he heard the soft sound of her breasts slapping into one another once freed. Something that made him gulp nervously.

"So, I guess that just leaves one thing." He continued. The couple looked down at the last article of clothing they were each wearing. They were entering the point of no return. "Well, I guess it's my turn now." Souma moved his thumbs to the hem of his boxers. His heart was racing as he mentally prepared to pull them down.

"Wait," Erina suddenly exclaimed making Souma flinch. "L-Let's do it together."

"What!" Souma gasped just barely stopping himself from instinctively looking back at the blonde.

"I-it's only fair!" she said nervously, "These are our last articles of clothing before...Anyway we should take them off together. That ok with you?"

"S-sure," Souma said, "on the count of three then. Ready?"

"Alright," Erina exhaled moving her forearms off her breasts, exposing them to the open air, and moved her hands to hold the helm of her panties. "Ready."

The couple took a deep breath.

"Three," Souma said.

"T-two," Erina continued.

"One!" They disclaimed in unison, quickly pulling down their undies, stepping out of them, and throwing them into the box.

Silence engulfed the arena. The now stark-naked couple stood opposing one another, faces bright red with no idea what to do next. Erina curled up her toes and Souma twirled his thumbs. Neither could think of a single thing to say so they remained uncomfortably quiet. Eventually, unable to bare the awkward silence any longer, Souma spoke up.

"Is there a draft in here or is it just me?" he said trying to break the ice.

"I can't believe this," Erina whispered not even acknowledging Souma's joke. "I'm stark naked in the Shokugeki arena."

Erina's heart was beating so fast it felt like it was going to burst out of her bare chest. How could she do this? She was the headmistress of the academy, one of the top chefs on the planet, and she was butt naked in the Arena! A place thousands of students gathered daily! She suddenly imagined the arena filled with the entire student body looking down at her and Souma's nakedness. It was so degenerate. So shameless! So...naughty. Erina nearly smiled before she realized what she was doing and shook some sense back into herself.

Souma meanwhile was only thinking about Erina. The most beautiful girl in the world was standing right behind him in all her naked glory. Historically Souma had not spent much of his time thinking about girls as most of his concentration was focused on his craft. Heck the only reason he realized his feelings for Erina was through his craft. But the minute she had pulled down her pants and he had gotten to see a glimpse of her purple panties and slender legs things had changed. He had become not just infatuated with her as a person and chef but as a woman. A sexy, sexy women with a tantalizing figure that he desperately wanted to see. It was taking all of his willpower to not turn his head just for a chance to see her bare back for just a second. To try and keep himself from doing so Souma attempted to move the conversation forward.

"Are you ok?" Souma asked concerned.

"No. YES! I-I'm not sure," Erina bumbled, "I need a second."

"Alright, alright take your time."

Erina breathed slowly, curling her toes and trying to keep her heart rate down. 'it's almost over. It's almost over. It's almost over.' She thought to herself again and again to hype herself up for what came next.

"Ok," the blonde chef nervously said, "Well I guess we should t-turn around and face each other."

"That makes sense," Souma excitedly replied. (while trying not to sound too excited.) "Might as well go all the way."

Erina gulped. She knew what he meant but that phrasing made her shiver. Or maybe it was the cold.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

Erina took a deep breath while Souma stood up straight. They knew they wanted this, but they were still embarrassed. Their faces were as red as ever, and their hearts were racing but they weren't going to be perturbed their bothersome pride was still in effect. They held their breath and turned to face each other. All of each other.

Everything went quiet again.

Souma eyes bulged at the sight of Erina's uncensored body. Her shiny shoulders, her massive breasts, supple hips, slender legs, and all-around perfect skin. It was so much to take in. His face was burning. Erina meanwhile was carefully analyzing Souma from head to toe. Scanning every inch of his muscular body. Her face remained stoic, but her blushing cheeks grew redder and redder as her eyeline approached his crotch. She steadily moved her line of sight down until she finally saw Souma's hands cupping is balls.

'Wait what?' Erina thought.

They gasped. Souma and Erina had both misinterpreted how much they were supposed to present themselves with Souma covering his privates while Erina left it all on display. The couple tried to rectify the situation, but in opposite ways. In an instant, Erina threw her arms over her unmentionables hiding her breast behind her forearm and covering her vag with other hand while trying to cross her legs. At the same time Souma lifted his hands in the air exposing his junk which had grown considerably larger after drinking in the sight of Erina's body.

They froze in these positions for a minute before Souma returned to covering himself. Then they both whimpered in embarrassment, red-faced and turned away from each other again. A third more uncomfortable silence began. This one lasting much longer.

"Ha," Souma chuckled half smiling at the awkwardness. At first Erina remained quiet causing the young chef to think he had upset her but then a smile slowly formed on his lover's face, and he heard a chuckle.

"Hahahahahaha," Erina laughed smiling cutely. Souma soon found himself doing the same. "This was so stupid."

"Yeah," Souma replied wiping a tear, "we didn't really think this through."

"No. No, we did not."

They continued to giggle for a little longer, both chefs feeling a little more at peace. After all that stress having their competition end with such a slapstick misunderstand had a calming effect on the pair. Souma was filled with glee at seeing such a beautiful figure and while she wouldn't even admit it to herself Erina was happy the first naked man she saw was someone she loved. Absentmindedly Erina began to lean back during this moment of bliss causing her and Souma's backs to touch. They both went wide eyes. They were touching. They're bare backs were press against each other. Their naked body were touching. The couple stood up straight and each took a step away from each other. Clearly, they were not yet fully at peace with their nakedness.

"Alright well we've wasted enough time on all this so let's get back to work." Erina stated nervously. "J-Just wait here while I get dressed."

Still trying to cover herself Erina began to walk towards the box where they had stored their clothes, but Souma stopped her reaching out and grabbing her wrist. Erina winced.

"Hey," Souma said politely trying not to look at her. "What about us, what are we now."

"Umm," Erina stuttered. "Can we discuss that later. When we're not, you know, naked."

"Oh right," Souma said releasing her hand. "We should probabl-"

"Alright guys," a far-off voice exclaimed. "let's get this arena prepped."

The naked couple froze. Someone was entering the arena and their clothes were out of reach.