Can I be a total glutton and ask for either: headcanons of a reaction, or a scenario where Slon, Egor, Aka, and Shiki confront their s/o who had cheated on them?
Slon:
How strange it was to be betrayed; it wasn't something he was unfamiliar with, he's had a co-worker or two (or ten, he's lost count) who have sold him out (or at least tried to) and sure it had made him upset but that was part of the job. You never know who you can trust, even if you build camaraderie with them.
This was different. He didn't think it was possible for emotional ache to actually translate to physical pain, he thought that was all in the movies and romance books. He'll have to ask Vorona about that at a later date.
His lover (ex lover?) doesn't even know they've been found out. He's not sure how to confront them if he has to be honest about it. He doesn't understand why they would do that to him; he thought he'd been putting in the work to make them work. He thought his feelings were reciprocated.
He shakes his head to himself, a deep kind of sadness consuming him. How strange, how devastating, how confusing. Perhaps too many emotions all at once. "Maybe I need a professional opinion," he mutters to himself. He's pretty sure that's a thing that exists, professionals of love. If there are professional assassins, surely there must be professional love advisors. He wastes no time looking for and setting up an appointment with a professional. If Vorona were there with him to see what he was choosing to do, she would have thought him silly. Vorona usually was his impulse control anyway, and without her there to stop him, he calls this so called love professional and hopes for the best.
Egor:
He tries to will away his feelings. They are unnecessary to his career after all. He shouldn't have gotten into a relationship in the first place, in retrospect maybe he was delusional.
If Egor had any friends who understood how his mind worked, they would have told him that he was putting too much logic into something that dealt with the matter of the heart. They would have told him to consider talking to his partner to either formally end their relationship or if they were willing to put in the work, mend it. But Egor did not have friends. He only had people he was acquainted with, people he was relatively friendly with, but he didn't have any friends with whom he could discuss this with.
Egor has always been practical anyway, and perhaps he'd already overstayed his welcome in Japan. Leaving things behind without a trace was something that he was already used to. This time though, he supposes that it will be harder than it ever was.
Akabayashi:
The man across from Akabayashi felt the sweat drip down his back. It was supposed to be a simple exchange of information, and he's pretty sure he didn't do anything to warrant the man's wrath.
The man with the scar over his eye had a friendly smile but it definitely did not reach his eye. His hands furled and unfurled around his walking stick. If you listened closely, you could almost hear the crack of the cane's material splinted under his fingers. Whatever was ailing the man was making him seethe, anger barely controlled because he was still on the job.
Akabayashi took a deep breath. He tried to relax his posture, to look as relaxed as he usually did. It wasn't the man's fault that he was mad, in fact the man was very pleasant and the information he provided was complete. He had to end this conversation soon before he did something to someone that didn't deserve it. "Well, splendid work as always. You may leave."
The man squirmed a little bit and hesitated. Ultimately, he nodded and stood up. "Uh, please contact me again for--"
"Yes, of course," Akabayashi said with a nod. "Thank you, you take care now."
Akabayashi waited until the man was out of sight before leaving himself. He feels like his younger self again, struggling to keep his emotions in check. He should talk to his partner, but he doesn't think he's in the right headspace to have that conversation just yet. The anger is consuming him in a way that was familiar and it almost scares him how easy it is to slip into his violent tendencies.
Out of sight, in an alleyway where people wont see him. He punches the wall once, then twice, then again and again and again. He doesn't know how long he's been there, he doesn't register the pain in his fists until he's walking back to the Awakusu headquarters.
Aosaki greets him in one of the lounger rooms, raising an eyebrow at him when he sees the blood on his knuckles. "Did you kill someone?"
Akabayashi takes another deep breath, then shakes his head. "No, it's nothing." Akabayashi ignores the suspicious look Aozaki sends him. "Got a cig?"
Aozaki looked surprised this time, so surprised that the takes his cigarettes out of his pocket and offers one to Akabayashi. "Didn't know you smoked."
Akabayashi takes the lighter that Aozaki offers. "I don't."
"…heh," Aozaki just shakes his head, taking a cigarette as well. He and Akabayashi just sit together in an almost comfortable silence.
Shiki:
It was easy to compartmentalize his feelings. It's something that he always did anyway. No use in overthinking things. He is a busy man, he handles a lot of men, and he can't let them know of the inner turmoil that he feels. He's just glad that he found out himself, instead of having someone tell him. The rumor mill would go crazy if someone found out, and it wouldn't do any good for his men to doubt him.
He'd just have to talk to them. Straight to the point, as he usually dealt with most things in his life. He doesn't know if he could forgive this. He thinks excuses are just that, excuses. Still, he'd like to hear what they had to say anyway.