Heyo! Welcome to Rogue's Extra Stuffs, for stuffs that can be non-canon or completely canon. Here, I'll post FTEs of the deceased and maybe offscreen conversations that don't include Ashita.

First off, for FTEs: I never planned to have maximum 5 FTEs for each character in the canon story. Though FTEs here will be 5 sessions, and will build off any sessions from canon.

Without further ado, here are the FTEs for the Chapter 1 victim, Akito Yoichi, Ultimate Firefighter. Also, Merry Christmas and have a Happy Hanukkah and/or Happy Holidays!

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ONE

"Akito!"

"What?"

He starts walking away, which is pretty mean. Blabbing, Ashita bounds after him, "Why didn't you come to lunch? Did you get a stomachache? Did the dogs hurt you that badly? Why'd you throw yourself at them in the first place?"

"Slow down or you'll bite your tongue!"

"There's no need to shout…!"

Akito growls. "I was going through the shit in the Storage Room. Stupid bear, leaving dangerous things around… I still haven't finished separating the sharp things from the blunt things."

Ashita hums. "If you want, I can help." She doesn't expect him to suddenly tower over her, fiery orange eyes narrowing—!

"What're you trying to get at?"

"Eh?! I was just offering my help?!" Ashita breathes easy when Akito backs off, though his narrowed gaze still searching.

"Tch… If you try anything, I'll kick you out. Got it?"

Shoulders slumping, Ashita wonders not for the first time what his deal is.

Ashita and Akito are in the packed, messy Storage Room. The Firefighter is rummaging through boxes like a whirlwind. Ashita raises a brow.

Ashita: Akito, why do you care about safety so much? There's being aware and being super obsessed. We're all responsible people here!

Akito: Awareness has never stopped people from taking risks. Why do you think so many retarded teenagers smoke even though they know it's bad for their health? Because they want to look cool. Do corpses look cool?

Ashita: I think you're overreacting.

Akito: I see it all the damn time. Families who won't plan for rogue bushfires… Kids who won't learn basic fire emergency skills… That complacency gets them killed. Me, other firefighters, dispatchers, paramedics—we're the ones who end up cleaning those messes.

Ashita: Isn't that your job?

Akito: … Helping people is a burden.

Ashita: Then why be a firefighter? There must be some reason...

Ashita: It must be really tough for you, and others. But Akito… some of those messes can be accidents, right? You can't control unexpected accidents.

Akito: No… but I can try and prevent them. Oi! Give that to me!

Ashita jolts when he whirls upon her, hand outstretched insistently. "But it's blunt!" she exclaims.

"It's a hazard," he says.

Pouting, Ashita hands him the box of incense sticks. She's about to continue sorting when from the corner of her eye, she sees him pocket it.

"… I saw that."

"What?"

She points to the box peeking from his pants pocket.

Akito turns away. "Shut up. I like incense."

Ashita waves a finger. "But it's a hazard."

The Firefighter shoulders past her. "It's relaxing and helps me concentrate, which is more than I can say for you."

So mean…

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TWO

Ashita follows as fast as her feet can take her. "Akito!" she shouts, stopping the Firefighter in his tracks. Wow, sitting for too long can really freeze your legs… "Akito, why'd you storm out?"

Behind them, dice rattles; someone's passed GO. The doors to the Casino shut. Akito huffs, "Why are you here instead of there? Leave me alone."

"Don't be dramatic. You were going so well until Jao tugged on your scarf… mask… thing."

Akito bristles. "Fucking idiot shouldn't have done that…"

"I'm sure he's being lectured at right now. Still, that doesn't excuse you from getting your daily social interaction!"

"Tenjoku would say otherwise…"

It takes Ashita a moment to recognise who he means. "You know Akito, you can call us by our first names. This isn't a super fancy school." She can barely hear his mumble. "Huh? What did you say?"

Akito clicks his tongue. "'Shita."

"Eh?! That's not flattering!"

"I don't care! Leave me alone!"

"No, wait!" Ashita thinks quickly. "What do you like doing in your spare time? We can do that, together."

The way he regards her reminds her of a cornered dog. Then Akito slumps, the only indication that he's relented to her whims.

Ashita and Akito stay in the corridor, to the former's confusion. She expected him to drag her for more Storage Room organisation.

Akito: How well-versed are you in first aid?

Ashita: I took a course a while back.

Akito: What about water safety?

Ashita: Took swimming lessons, too.

Akito: Cybercrime, piracy and netiquette?

Ashita: This is how he spends his time?!

Ashita: Course I know that stuff! Akito, you sound like the world's out to get you! Look, what about… you tell me what you do in your firefighting job. How you, uh. Prepare to fight those fires.

Akito: … I do stress inoculation training. It's about making a scenario as real as possible within reasonable safety limitations, to prepare firefighters to handle stressful events. Exposure to those situations trains our judgement.

Ashita: That's intensive!

Akito: It's not just putting out fires. There are other basic areas of learning: fire prevention, self-preservation, rescue, preservation of property, basic first aid, and fire control.

Ashita: Uh...

Akito: Procedural size-up, extinguishing, ventilation, salvage and overhaul are also important.

Ashita nods dumbly as he continues rattling off. At least Akito looks calmer.

"That reminds me," she says, cutting him off, "why did you become a firefighter?"

Akito growls, "You always have to interrogate, don't you?"

Whoops. Maybe she'll try again when he's in a better mood...

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THREE

It's only the two of them left in the A.V. Room. The execution video is still fresh on her mind. Shaking her head, Ashita coughs.

"So… that was some motive."

In the dark, Akito clenches his hands. "I should've known he'd reveal it anyway… I could've stopped it. Painted over the screen… Blocked off the A.V. Room…"

"We could've stopped it."

"You're too busy denying shit instead of actually planning for it, confronting it."

"Is that so bad? Constantly worrying for the worst possible outcome… don't you get tired of it?" Akito doesn't answer, and Ashita frowns. If he isn't afraid to confront things, then maybe…

"Let's talk about something else," she says. "Something that makes you happy. Like a… happy memory of your loved ones."

Akito: Why do you want to know about them?

Ashita: I'm just curious.

Akito: … It's loud in the house. Got my parents. Mom's parents. Two sisters, two brothers.

Ashita: S-So many siblings!

Akito: The youngest is four, and he always wanders around. Arashi's more troublesome than Takumu, though, always wrecking shit with that toy airplane… Ahiru makes a racket with her remixes, and Neo just bakes all the time. She wedges a wooden spoon to keep the oven door open when she makes cheesecakes. What the fuck.

Ashita: Is Akito the eldest?

Ashita: They sound really troublesome.

Akito: They drive me crazy… and I drive them to school. They can't take care of themselves.

There's a certain tenseness to Akito, but it's not anger. Is it… worry?

Ashita smiles. "I guess big brothers worry as much as firefighters, too!"

Shrugging, Akito turns away. "Whatever, 'shita."

Ashita pouts but lets it slide.

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FOUR

Having questions plague you in the middle of the night should not mean an early start. Ashita ponders this on the way to the Kitchen, when she runs into a familiar orange-haired Ultimate.

"Oh, good morning, Akito!"

"Morning, 'shit."

"… Why." Ashita barely notices the bags under his eyes. "You look tired. Did you stay up worrying?"

"No," he says but Ashita knows better.

She's hit with a sudden wave of curiosity—and courage. "Can I ask you something? If being a firefighter gives you such grief, why do you do it?"

His glare is stifling, but it must be morning fatigue that makes him relent. "Fine, I'll tell you."

Akito: I told you about my family, right?

Ashita: Yeah?

Akito: We all live in the same house. It gets hard to keep track of people, what they're doing. Stupid mistakes happen… Anyway, it was night when the fire started.

Ashita: F-Fire?!

Akito: It was winter. Neo had the heater on in her room and it set fire to her stupid long curtains. Didn't help that the storm fucked our smoke alarms. By the time I woke up, there was smoke everywhere.

Akito: We got out, some of us with burns but nothing serious. Dad went back to get Gramps and only made it out cuz the firefighters hauled ass to our house. Without them… well…

Ashita: I get it. They made you wanna try save others, too.

Akito: Sure. That was before I realised how much of a burden saving dipshits really was. Doesn't help that I have to train with slackers at the department...

Ashita furrows her brows. She understands him, she really does. Much better than before. But she can't let this slide.

"Akito… You act like you're always in the right, but you're not. There isn't always a mess for you to fix; a group of—of 'retards' to hate because they're a little careless. You have trust people to take care of themselves."

"But they won't," he insists.

"But they could. That's what hope is for."

"Do you trust them, then? The people you interrogate. Do you trust them to stop committing crimes that hurt others? Or does your hope make you turn a blind eye, as much as a paycheck does?"

… Ashita swallows a breath. "People can change. I hope that, one of these days, you can too."

She leaves without another word.

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FIVE

The next time Ashita sees him, he's going upstairs to the Prison Floor. She doesn't feel like following.

So it's a surprise when he ambushes her in the Kitchen.

"You scared me!" she yelps, nearly falling off her seat. Akito, what're you doing here?"

Akito huffs. "I should ask you the same thing. What're you doing so late at night? Anyone could creep up on you."

Like you? goes unsaid between them. Ashita sighs. "Look, it's nice of you to keep an eye on me… I think. But I don't need that."

"So you're fine being complacent?" Akito scoffs. "Out of everyone here, I thought an interrogator like you would know better. Look around. Everyone here can be a suspect."

"You seriously can't be this paranoid!", Ashita exclaims, the night's fatigue settling in.

"Well, maybe I have to be," he shoots back, snarl straining through the skull-print of his mask. "I've been complacent before. Got too nervous and broke the hose. Who fucking does that on their first day? Nobody died but they could've. I don't need the hypotheticals!"

"You also don't need to push others away!"

"People are the problem! They can care and pity all they want, but when it's their life on the life they only care about their own skin. I might not remember much, but I'll never forget that day. Concert gone wrong and hundreds of people stumbling over themselves, shoving and kicking each other like a—like a pack of wild dogs." A dark look crosses over his face. "Self-preservation is a scary thing."

Ashita shuts her eyes. Takes a deep breath.

"I know what you mean. Sometimes, the people I interrogate are like that. They can get really frustrating trying to save their skin! But you know what? Hey," she says more firmly, and he finally meets her pink-eyed gaze. "You know what, Akito? That's what they all have in common. The need to prevail—together.

"That's us, too. All of us. We're in this together, and that means handling this together. So…" Ashita exhales. "I don't need you to look out for me, if I can't do the same for you."

Akito looks mildly chagrined. "You don't have a choice."

"Don't make me get Sora."

"I'm not afraid of him."

"What about Takako?"

"... I don't need you lecturing me," he sighs.

Ashita harrumphs, "Well, you're obviously too boneheaded to know better, so I have to! I've told you before and I'm telling you this now: share your burdens with us. Trust in us to protect, well, all of us!"

Akito slumps, and under the harsh light he looks gaunt. "… That's a tall order."

"Then start with one person!"

Those orange eyes flicker at her full force. Ashita meets them head on.

"… Fine. Help me double-check the Storage Room."

She balks. "Now? In the middle of the night?"

"Don't make me regret this, Keji! I'll have your back. And you'll have mine, or whatever. Come on, I need to sleep soon."

Ashita all but dashes after him. She may or may not be smiling. In any case, Akito doesn't comment on it.