Summary: A usually unshakable heart surgeon, Shuntarō Chishiya, learns that nothing tests his composure quite like his adorably unpredictable, pregnant, and wildly emotional wife.
Shuntarō Chishiya x pregnant!reader
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The hospital smelled faintly of antiseptic and burnt coffee, and somewhere in the distance, someone’s shoes squeaked down the hallway. Dr. Shuntarō Chishiya had long stopped noticing either sound. His focus was entirely on the chart in his hands, the lines of an EKG as familiar to him as the back of his own hand.
He was, by all accounts, a man who didn’t feel much — or at least didn’t show it. Even in a hospital full of adrenaline junkies, Chishiya was an enigma: calm, detached, and eerily composed. His colleagues could be shouting, the OR could be a mess, but he’d still be steady, monotone, efficient.
Which was why, when one of the nurses asked with a teasing smile, “So, Dr. Chishiya, how’s married life? Your wife’s due soon, right?” — he didn’t flinch.
He just said, “She’s fine.”
They all rolled their eyes. “You could at least pretend to sound excited.”
He only gave them that small, knowing half-smile — the one that made people unsure if he was amused or just done with the conversation. “I’m a heart surgeon,” he replied. “I see excitement every day. I don’t need more of it at home.”
What he didn’t add was that his wife was literally the definition of excitement lately.
Because while the rest of the world thought Dr. Shuntarō Chishiya was unflappable, only one person had ever seen him break his poker face — you.
And you didn’t even mean to.
It was almost 9 p.m. when he finally pulled into the driveway. His hands were still faintly stained from gloves, the faint scent of soap and hospital disinfectant clinging to him. The house was dark except for a warm glow spilling from the living room.
He exhaled slowly. Home. Finally
When he opened the door, he heard it — the sound of sniffles.
Immediately alert, he dropped his bag near the entryway and stepped out of his shoes. “(Y/N)?”
You were curled up on the couch under a blanket, phone in hand, face red and blotchy from crying.
His pulse kicked up slightly, reflexive concern, trained instinct — until he caught sight of your phone screen. A cat video. A compilation of kittens meowing softly at the camera.
You hiccuped. “They’re so small, Shuntarō.”
He blinked. “...The cats?”
You nodded miserably. “They can’t even open their eyes yet. They just want love!”
He sighed, crossing the room and sitting down beside you. “You’ve watched that same video about ten times this week.”
“I know!” you wailed, wiping your nose with a tissue. “And it’s still sad!”
He didn’t say anything at first, just brushed a strand of hair off your face. Then, with that calm voice that could command an entire OR, he murmured, “You’re crying over happy kittens, love.”
You sniffled. “I’m pregnant. I have feelings.”
That got him, a soft, rare smile tugging at his lips. “Clearly.”
You huffed, crossing your arms. “You’re so mean. You don’t even miss me, do you?”
That startled him. “What?”
“I said, you don’t miss me!” you repeated, your voice trembling as tears started welling again. “You come home so late every night, and I’m just here alone, and I miss you, and you probably don’t even think about me while you’re doing all your— your doctor things!”
Chishiya blinked twice. Then again. Slowly.
He’d faced heart attacks, cardiac arrests, chaotic emergencies — and yet, somehow, this was what truly left him speechless.
Finally, he let out a quiet sigh, leaning closer until his forehead rested against yours. “You’re ridiculous,” he whispered, but his tone was fond. “Of course I miss you.”
You frowned, lip trembling. “You don’t say it enough.”
“Because every time I do, you cry.”
“That’s not true!”
“It is,” he said, brushing his thumb under your eye. “You cried when I said ‘good morning’ yesterday. And again when I said ‘you look beautiful.’”
You sniffed. “Well, maybe if you weren’t so nice I wouldn’t cry.”
He couldn’t help it — he laughed. Not the small, sarcastic chuckle his coworkers heard, but a soft, warm sound that was all for you.
You narrowed your eyes, offended, even as tears still streaked your cheeks. “You’re laughing at me.”
“I’m laughing near you,” he corrected. “Different thing.”
You swatted his arm weakly. “You’re insufferable.”
“And you’re beautiful when you’re mad.”
That earned him a glare — followed by a watery smile you couldn’t suppress.
The next day, when he got home, you were in a completely different mood.
“Hi, baby!” you cheered, running — well, waddling — to the door to greet him. You were glowing, wearing one of his oversized shirts, and clutching a bowl of strawberries.
He blinked at the whiplash. “You’re...happy?”
“Of course I am! You’re home!” You wrapped your arms around him as best as you could, pressing your face into his chest. “Did you eat? Are you tired? Do you want me to run you a bath? Wait, I made dinner! Oh! And I washed your scrubs!”
Chishiya stood there, coat half-off, eyes slightly wide. “Did you nap today?”
“A little!” you said proudly. “Only cried once!”
“Progress,” he murmured dryly.
You didn’t notice the teasing. “And I watched this video where a baby heard his mom’s voice for the first time with hearing aids, and I—” your voice broke off, and he immediately tensed, but you shook your head quickly, smiling again. “—but I didn’t cry this time! Okay, maybe a little.”
He chuckled, cupping your face. “You’re unbelievable.”
You leaned into his hand, eyes fluttering shut. “You love it.”
He did. More than he could say.
Later that evening, you were curled up in bed watching random videos while he read next to you.
Everything was peaceful. You were giggling at some stupid meme, the sound of your laughter soft and contagious. He allowed himself to glance up from his book, just for a second — watching your expression change with each video, your eyes bright and happy.
Then the next video autoplayed.
A slow, melancholy piano began to play. The screen showed a montage of couples growing old together, the kind with captions like “True love lasts forever.”
Your face crumpled instantly.
“Oh no,” he muttered.
You sniffed loudly. “It’s so sweet, Shuntaro. They’ve been together since high school and he still holds her hand even though she has Alzheimer’s.”
He closed his book with a resigned sigh. “Here we go again.”
“She doesn’t even remember him, but he still visits her every day!” you wailed, clutching the pillow to your chest. “That’s— that’s what love is supposed to be!”
Chishiya reached over and gently took your phone, locking it before you could scroll further down the emotional abyss of the internet. “Okay, that’s enough TikTok for today.”
“Hey!”
“You’ve cried three times in one hour. Your tear ducts need a break.”
You frowned up at him, eyes glassy. “You don’t understand, you’re emotionally constipated.”
He snorted. “That’s a new diagnosis.”
“Yeah, and I’m the doctor now.”
He set your phone on the nightstand and leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You’re cute when you’re bossy.”
“I’m always cute.”
“I won’t argue that.”
That finally drew a laugh out of you — a soft, sniffling one, but genuine.
And that, he thought quietly, was worth more than any successful surgery.
A few days later, one of his colleagues caught him smiling at his phone during lunch.
“Okay, that’s it,” the nurse said, squinting suspiciously. “What’s got you smiling, Dr. Emotionless?”
Chishiya didn’t look up. “Nothing.”
The surgeon next to him leaned over. “Is it your wife again?”
“She sent me a video,” he said simply.
“What kind of video?”
He paused. “…A raccoon washing grapes.”
There was a collective groan around the table.
“Seriously? That’s what makes you smile?”
He shrugged. “She said it reminded her of me.”
The nurse snorted. “Because you’re both emotionally detached and like to wash things?”
He smirked faintly. “Because we both use our hands a lot.”
The entire table groaned louder.
“Gross, Chishiya.”
He only smirked more.
That night, when he got home, you were on the floor, sitting cross-legged in front of the baby crib you’d just assembled.
You looked exhausted but proud, rubbing your belly absently as you admired your work.
“Hey,” he murmured, kneeling beside you. “You actually did it.”
You beamed at him. “I’m nesting. It’s a thing.”
He reached out and steadied your hand, seeing the faint tremor from your effort. “You could’ve waited for me to help.”
“I wanted to surprise you.”
He exhaled softly, then leaned in to kiss your temple. “You always do.”
You leaned your head against his shoulder, suddenly quiet. “You think I’ll be a good mom?”
He turned to look at you — at your soft eyes, your worried frown, the vulnerability that came in waves lately.
“(Y/N),” he said quietly, “you cry because a cartoon dog gets lost and laugh because someone sneezed like a duck. You already care too much. You’ll be perfect.”
You laughed through a sniffle. “That’s not a medical opinion.”
“It’s a personal one.”
You smiled at him, soft and watery. “You’re sweet sometimes.”
“Only for you.”
That night, as you both lay in bed, you reached for his hand, resting it on your belly.
He blinked, startled by the gentle movement beneath his palm.
“She’s kicking,” you whispered. “She does that when she hears your voice.”
He didn’t say anything for a long moment, just stared at your stomach — the faint thump against his hand making his chest tighten in ways he couldn’t explain.
Finally, his lips curved into that tiny, private smile again. “Guess she’s impatient. Just like her mother.”
You giggled, swatting him lightly. “You love us both.”
He didn’t deny it this time. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “I really do.”
The next morning, he left for work before sunrise. You were still asleep, curled up on his side of the bed, wearing his shirt and hugging one of his pillows.
He paused by the door, taking in the sight — the peaceful mess of blankets, your hair spilling across the pillow, one hand resting protectively over your stomach.
For someone who prided himself on logic, Chishiya couldn’t quite rationalize why his chest ached in the best possible way.
Maybe this was the one part of his life he didn’t need to analyze — the one thing that didn’t need to be measured, dissected, or fixed.
Because no matter how unpredictable your moods were — whether you were laughing, crying, or scolding him for being “too pretty to be a doctor” — you were his constant.
And if the hospital was where he fixed hearts, home was where his own finally learned how to beat for something other than survival.
Summary: You were best friends and were sleeping in the same bed. As you slept, you unconsciously turned and hugged them, placing their face between your breasts.
characters: Aguni, Ann, Arisu, Banda, Chishiya, Karube, Kuina, Kuzuryu, Kyuma, Mira, Niragi, Takeru Danma, Usagi
Warnings: Best friends, fem!reader, nsfw but nothing too explicit
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Aguni:
Aguni opened his eyes slowly, feeling something pressed against his face, and soon realized that it was your breasts and that your arms were holding his face between them.
"Seriously, look at the things you put me through," he thought, chuckling softly. He knew he should leave, but he decided he could use your comfort a little longer. "You know what? Fuck it, I'm fine here." He buried his head deeper into your breasts and smirked
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Ann:
Ann woke slowly, her body freezing when she realized where she was lying. Her face was trapped between your breasts, breath hitting against your skin. She stood still, unsure of what to do. She wondered if she should pull away and how she'd gotten into this position, but it was too comfortable for her to pull away.
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Arisu:
Arisu woke suddenly with the feeling of suffocation, but when he realized his face was between your breasts, he froze. His eyes widened; he couldn't believe what had happened.
He couldn't believe what was happening. His heart raced, and first came a feeling of embarrassment, but it was followed by a sense of comfort, making him close his eyes. He knew he should leave, but he didn't want to. He was loving this too much. Arisu then just rested his forehead against your breasts and stayed there.
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Banda:
Banda woke up in a bad mood, but something made him stop right away. His face was crushed against your breasts. This must be some kind of joke, he thought, and he couldn't help the smirk that appeared on his face. Banda didn't hesitate, leaning his face even closer to you, breathing deeply.
"And then you say you don't provoke me." He murmured even though you weren't awake to hear. His hand went to your waist and squeezed. Banda wouldn't leave, not for fuck's sake.
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Chishiya:
Chishiya woke slowly, confused by the soft, warm sensation of the place where he was lying. It was then that he realized his face was between your breasts, almost trapped by your unconscious embrace. He looked away and blushed a little, unable to believe this was happening.
Chishiya knew he should pull away, but it seemed like lying his head on your chest made everything okay. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes again, burying his face a little deeper against you.
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Karube:
Karube woke up, feeling a bit sleepy, and noticed something different. His breathing was more muffled, and the place where his head rested felt softer than the pillow. When he opened his eyes, he realized his face was between your breasts.
"Shit," he muttered, his eyes widening and he slowly pulled away, but suddenly stopped. It was too comfortable to lie there. He then began to debate in his head. Well, he wasn't the one who laid his head there, was he? You were the one who fell asleep next to him. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes again, giving in to the comfort. Karube laid her head on his chest again and smiled a little.
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Kuina:
Kuina groaned when she woke up. She always hated the feeling of waking up from a good dream, but the first thing she noticed was that her head was lying on a warm, soft spot. When she opened her eyes, she realized her face was between your breasts, and your arms were holding her there. Maybe the dream wasn't over yet.
A big smile appeared on her lips, and instead of pulling away, she hugged you back with all her strength, burying her head even deeper in your breasts, nuzzling against them.
"If this is a dream, I never want to wake up." She murmured softly, wrapping one of her legs around yours, and closing her eyes again, enjoying the comfort your body gave her.
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Kuzuryu:
Kuzuryu woke up feeling breathless, probably because his nose was pressed against a pillow or something. Well, that was just what he thought, because when he opened his eyes, he realized his nose was indeed pressed against something, but instead of the pillow, it was your breasts.
His mind told him to move away, but his body wouldn't listen. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He just stood there, not moving. He knew if you woke up and saw him like this, you'd never let him hear the end of it, but he promised himself he'd only stay there for a few more minutes.
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Kyuma:
Kyuma opened his eyes slowly, feeling strange about where he was lying. It took him a moment to realize that his body was pressed against yours, his face between your breasts. He froze in place, unable to believe what was happening. Kyuma felt embarrassed and could have sworn he was blushing a little. He tried to think of what he should do.
If he pulled away, you'd probably wake up instantly, but if he stayed, you'd realize what had happened when you did. His eyes scanned your face. You looked so calm and peaceful, each breath making your chest rise and fall. Kyuma smiled and sighed in defeat, leaning his forehead against your chest. When you woke up, he might even beg you to forgive him, but he felt unable to move now.
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Mira:
Mira woke slowly, feeling strangely at the warm, soft spot she was lying on. When she opened her eyes and realized it was your breasts, she smiled, hardly able to believe her luck. One of her hands went to the arm that was hugging her and gently caressed it. Mira didn't want to pull away; it was the best pillow she'd ever had, so she decided to just pretend she was still asleep and hadn't noticed it.
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Niragi:
Niragi woke up suddenly, feeling as if someone were suffocating him, but when he opened his eyes, he found his face buried only in your breasts. He blinked several times before laughing. This was too good to be an accident, his mind told him. His heart raced, and he bit his lip, watching you sleep.
How could he possibly move away from there? It was impossible. You're too comfortable. Niragi shifted, getting into a more comfortable position, closer to you, and closed his eyes. He decided he'd stay there quietly, just enjoying himself.
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Takeuru:
Takeru woke up with a bad hangover, a reminder of last night. Just as he was about to open his mouth to mumble something, he realized his face was between your breasts, trapped by your unconscious embrace.
"You're crazy to sleep with me like that." He said mockingly, and instead of leaving, he nuzzled his face against your breasts without a hint of shame. Takeru would never miss this opportunity. He smirked, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, inhaling your scent.
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Usagi:
Usagi blinked in confusion until she realized her face was buried in your chest. A blush rose to her cheeks, but she didn't move.
"Oh, God..." she murmured, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. Her eyes opened again, and she looked at you, who was still sleeping calmly. Her lips turned into a shy smile, and she nuzzled her face into your breasts, whispering, "I like it..."
𝜗𝜚 — does nothing meaningful with his time besides constantly playing video games and spending time with you. if he doesn’t have a headset on, he’s either within your presence or fantasizing about you.
𝜗𝜚 — has you as one of his only friends. he’s close with chota and karube, too, but he chooses to frequent your home. though, karube and chota are a tad bummed that the designated time he spent with them was now being spent with you. they love you, though <3!
whenever karube asks, “you gonna ditch us for your girlfriend again?”
arisu answers, “of course. she’s my top priority, now,”with a sly smile like the little shit he is with his friends.
𝜗𝜚 — was helplessly bitchless before he met you. women weren’t exactly willing to go out with him due to his lack of hygienic tendencies and his extremely nerdy interests. he all but gave up on finding a girlfriend until he met you at karube’s bar.
𝜗𝜚 — is the best boyfriend ever, despite what others would think. he’s attentive, there for you no matter the circumstances, and does his best to randomly surprise you with gifts, even though he lacks a job.
𝜗𝜚 — has people racking their brains on how he managed to pull you. hell, he barely knows himself. he has absolutely zero game, yet he still managed to pull a convivial, ethereal being as yourself.
𝜗𝜚 — stays glued to your side during social gatherings. he’s so socially awkward, and can do nothing by stay by your side and be the best significant other ever.
“arisu, you know you can go talk to other people, right?” you asked him during one gathering.
“yeah. but why would i wanna leave your side?” he responded, without a moment of hesitation.
𝜗𝜚 — wants your attention 24/7. it’s borderline unhealthy and obsessive how often he wants to talk to you. if you’re giving your attention elsewhere, he’d bother nonstop until you supply him with his number one addiction. you attention.
𝜗𝜚 — has his desperation evident in everything he does. his hands tremble whenever he touches you, and he’s so so distraught whenever you’re away from him.
𝜗𝜚 — is surprisingly willing to change his loser lifestyle for you. all you have to do is threaten to leave him, and he’s showering daily, filling out job applications, and selling his games (that he definitely does not need) second for a bit of cash.
𝜗𝜚 — has an “i heart my girlfriend,” shirt just for the hell of it. he only wears it to sleep, but his friends never miss the opportunity to tease the ever-living hell out of him for it.
“you love your girlfriend? how whipped are you?” chota asked him once.
“as whipped as his loser ass can be,” karube scoffed, half malice and half hilarity.
𝜗𝜚 — gets insecure more frequently than ordinary. he’s persistently afraid of you leaving him for someone better, someone more in your league, someone who actually has goals and aspirations in their life.
𝜗𝜚 — is the embodiment of a loser, but in one of the healthiest ways possible. he isn’t neglectful, he’s beginning to do something with his life, and he’s bettering himself as a person. only 4 you, though <3!
