Morning

When Soma Yukihira woke up one morning he had no idea how drastically the events of the day would affect the rest of his life, for one his father Joichiro Yukihira had told him that he was closing down the family shop and going to travel the world while Soma would be attending some fancy culinary place in Japan called Totsuki. He had been told by his dad that it was best for them if his son did not accompany him around the world and that the Academy would definitely be beneficial to his growing as a chef. Plus, it had the extra benefit of allowing his son to meet people his own age that are interested in cooking because let's face it, it's fine for a son to want to beat his dad but if he only learns from the competition how can he possible expect to overcome him? Waking up Soma Yukihira couldn't wait to open up the shop for today's customers. He had been working hard late into the night making special changed to some of his own personal dishes that he believed could finally lead to him to his first win over his father. Sitting up straight in bed letting the cover fall on his lap Soma raised his arms above his head linking them together and stretching his aching muscles. His fierce competitive spirit wasn't to be effected by his groaning muscles however as he quickly got up supressing a yawn that was fighting to escape his lips, as he did so he lifted himself out of bed landing on the hard wood floor with his feet planted firmly beneath him. He looked sideways to the full-body mirror strapped to his closet appraising his figure.

Soma never had considered himself to be scrawny nor too muscly, more like a comfortable mix that allowed him his diet that he needed to further his cooking aspirations. His short red hair was covering his deep golden eyes so he quickly moved his bangs out of the way to get a proper look at himself. It was always good to be confident he had always been told by his father so every morning Soma would wake up and look at himself in the mirror and then go about his day. This time however Soma felt something different in this eyes as he brushed the scarlet red mop of hair out of the way. He was never one to be overconfident but something had stopped him today. He saw for the first time that he now had a man's body so he decided to take a second look at himself, he stood tall on his feet with his back upright and his hair swept into their normal positions framing his face. His hands by his side made sure to show off his six pack he had achieved through countless days working in his family's diner, his face not bad looking but not pretty as some girls would have liked him, no he was more boyish that exuded a charm that was hard to describe it was almost as if he had been made in a factory somewhere to radiate warmth and comfort to anyone he met; following his gaze he could see that his legs were similar to his chest as in they were muscly enough to show off his seriousness but also calm enough to allow a moderate amount of comfort to be shown though his pyjama bottoms. Looking in between his legs however was an altogether different story, although the bottoms Soma had worn to bed last night were quite baggy to the point where he could barely see his toes there was still a prominent bump near his hips. All in all, Soma Yukihara was nearing his physical prime almost matching his father in looks he received on a daily basis from female customers.

After Soma concluded his inspection of his body and psyching himself up for the day he pack up and get ready to school.