"...." the paper he'd been attaching onto his forehead with chakra fell, blown by the wind, and he stared up.

Uchiha Sasuke.
The concept of future selves was something he had become familiar with here, but to see such a thing? See himself, his future self... like this?

He wanted to ask what happened, but decided against it. He could change nothing. All he could do...
"....say..." his voice was a tiny broken chirp. "...can I hug you?" Normally he didn't ask and just did it, but...