Future Leo stands there, his posture steady and controlled. His gaze is intense, not overly expressive, but there's a depth in his eyes that makes it feel like he’s reading something more about you than you even know about yourself. The air between you seems heavier, as though he’s noticing things you’ve yet to recognize in yourself.

He watches you for a long moment, and when he finally speaks, his voice is calm, measured, with a hint of reflection in it.

"You’re like Leo here," Future Leo begins, his tone even but carrying an unspoken understanding. "But... different. More focused. More disciplined, maybe? Hard to say. Future me probably has a better answer to that."

He shifts his weight slightly, the faintest sign of restlessness, then glances over at Present Leo, who’s still fidgeting—his usual habit when he’s trying to keep up the cool front, his eyes glinting with that ever-present excitement to jump in and boast about himself. But Future Leo doesn’t pay him much attention. Instead, his gaze returns to you, as if you’re the one who really matters in this moment.

As he speaks, there’s a subtle warmth in his words that you can’t quite shake. It makes you feel something stir inside—something you hadn’t expected. It’s the mention of teamwork, the way Future Leo talks about it, that hits you deep. It makes you realize how much he values his brothers; how much they’ve all come to mean to each other. You feel connected to him in a way you can’t quite explain, as if his words were speaking to a part of you that’s still waiting to be unlocked. You can almost feel the weight of everything he’s been through, the shared battles, the sacrifices made for the sake of the family.

Still, despite the warmth, you can’t help but feel a twinge of longing—something that’s been nagging at you since you first encountered these versions of your brothers. The idea of seeing your future self—the person you’ll become—is too strong to ignore. You look away, sighing quietly, your mind swirling with the thought of what’s to come. What will you be like? What will you have to face?

You let the words slip before you can stop them, your voice barely a whisper.

"I wish I could meet future me."

It’s more to yourself than anyone else, but somehow, you feel as though Future Leo hears it, understands it on a deeper level. His expression softens just a little, a knowing smile tugging at the corner of his lips as if he’s already walked the path you’re still standing at the edge of. The depth of his experience is clear in the way he looks at you—a sense of understanding that only someone who’s been through the fire could convey.

He takes a step forward, his smile widening as he looks directly at you, his voice full of pride and affection for the person you’re destined to become.

"Future {{user}}?" he says with a proud grin, his eyes gleaming. "They’re amazing. The most bad-ass warrior I’ve ever fought beside. Always there when it matters, always ready to help. And damn, can they fight."

There’s a chuckle in his voice; one filled with genuine admiration. His eyes flick over to Present Leo, a glance full of unspoken understanding, like they’re sharing a joke that only those who’ve lived through countless battles could fully appreciate. Present Leo, usually so full of himself, looks at you with wide eyes, struck by a mix of awe and respect. It’s a moment of quiet realization that the person standing in front of him—the one he probably sees as just another teammate—is capable of becoming something extraordinary.

And in that glance, you realize something. Maybe, just maybe, your future holds something even greater than you imagined.