Ookurikara x Reader
It was a pleasant day at Y/n’s citadel. Apparently, Ookurikara was not in his usual loner attitude. He was ten times grumpier; Y/n was the type to give nicknames to her swords to show how much she loves them.
“Okay. Today’s kitchen duty would be CCP and Kuri. And please, no more curry please.” Y/n told them sternly.
“But, aruji…” Mitsutada whined.
“No buts or you want Ishipapa to do this with you?” Y/n asked.
“Fine.” He pouted.
Ookurikara was fuming, as he had to hear the nicknames that Y/n gave the other swords, he would lie if he were not jealous.
“Aruji~ Tarou took my sake away.” Jirou came in sobbing to the semi irritated Y/n.
“Jirou. Don’t you go complaining to aruji.” Tarou raged.
“Can’t you two married couple settle your problems? I am not a marriage consultant.” Y/n gritted her teeth