Touya stared at the slip of paper in his hand. “This is some messed up joke,” he muttered and crumpled the sheet in his hand.
“Is there a problem, Kinomoto-san?” Eriol asked sweetly, and Touya smiled thinly in response.
“No,” he forced out. “None at all.”
Eriol smiled. “Good. Now then, we shall get presents for the person we drew and exchange them Christmas Eve.”
“Eriol!” Akizuki screeched. “I wanted Toya-kun! Who got him? I want to switch!”
At least there were some small miracles, Touya thought as he said goodbye to the group and pulled Yukito away with him.