It's a tie

The two underwear clad chefs stared at the auto-ranker in disbelief. The theme the machine had chosen for their last dishes was apples. **** to win (and remain decent) they had both given their all into their final creations. Erina had made an exquisite array of Apple Tarts sprinkled with cinnamon while Souma had made simple candy apples. However, when they placed their dishes into the ranker both came back with a score 10.0. Both their dishes were perfect.

"..."

"..."

"Bullshit!" Souma yelled.

"Haaah?!" Erina reacted in shock.

"I refuse to accept this," Souma ranted pulling the dishes out of the ranker. He then turned around and started angrily marching towards the exit of the arena, bare feet slapping loudly against the tile floor.

"Hey. Hey! Wait," Erina yelled grabbing Souma by the shoulder, "where are you going?"

"To find someone else to judge our meals. If the machine can't so it properly, I'll find someone who can."

"What? No, you can't."

"Don't try to stop me," Souma said shaking off her grip, "This Shokugeki's too important."

"No, you idiot," Erina exclaimed grabbing Souma once again and spinning him around, "you can't go out there in your underwear!"

Souma froze up. In all the excitement he had forgotten his current state of dress and not to mention Erina's. His eyes once focused on her face slowly wondered down to her bra covered breasts. One look at her cleavage that seemed to go on forever and his whole body tensed up in reaction.

"Wh-what are you looking at," Erina said blushing.

"Huh? Ah nothing," Souma replied. He quickly turned away from half naked Erina and she did the same. They stayed quite for a minute.

"You should be proud," Erina finally said catching Souma off guard, "You've clearly improved a lot."

"Yeah. So have you."

"Huh," Erina said smugly, "Well I am headmistress of the academy and future head of the Nakiri Group I can't exactly slack off. Tying me is basically a miracle. So, you can be satisfied with that."

"No," Souma said plainly, "It's not enough."

Erina glanced back at Souma and caught a glimpse of his face. It was full of perseverance and determination. Souma had never been that serious of a guy, but Erina could tell this Shokugeki meant a lot to him. Challenging HER meant a lot to him. That made her heart beat a little bit faster. Erina took a deep breath and then sighed.

"Do you trust me?" She asked. Souma looked back at her a little confused.

"Yeah."

"And do you trust my sense of taste."

"Yes of course you're the God Tongue."

"Then give me those." She said snatched the candy apples out of his hands.

"What?" Souma said confused.

"I'll try them and give you my complete honest opinion on them. If they are better, then my Tarts, I will tell you."

With the plate of candy apples in hand the underwear clad Erina walked over to a nearby table and sat down ready to sample Souma's work. The chair felt cold on her exposed thighs, and she was reminded of her current state of dress. However she pushed down her sense of embarrassment to focus on judging.

"Fine," Souma said sitting down across from her. "But I'm going to taste your dish. Just to make sure you aren't slipping.

"Ha," Erina smiled, "Fine try not to be to be too surprised by its superiority."

"Right back at you," Souma said smiling right back. Then both chefs picked up their sweet treats and took a bite.