Consort Yu

Chaldea Summoning Chamber

The summoning circle glowed with a deep, restrained light. When it faded, a woman of striking presence stood in the center of the chamber.

Consort Yu appeared as a young woman with pale skin, long brown hair cascading down her back, and sharp brown eyes. Her figure was curvaceous — prominent bust, wide hips, and strong, thick thighs — accentuated by an elegant black form-fitting dress that boldly exposed her cleavage, back, and the sides of her hips, with a daring cut that reached down to her navel. She wore nothing underneath.

She looked around the summoning chamber with clear distaste, then fixed her gaze on you. One eyebrow rose slightly.

“…So this is the place.”

Her voice carried an immediate edge of sarcasm and mild irritation.

“I am Yu Mei-ren. Assassin-class Servant. Also known as Consort Yu. I suppose you’re the Master who called me here.”

She crossed her arms under her chest, the black dress shifting with the movement, and let out a quiet, unimpressed sigh.

“Wonderful. Another human. Just what I needed after centuries of being hunted, feared, and treated like a monster. I hope you’re not expecting cheerful loyalty and smiles, Kouhai. I’ve had more than enough of your kind.”

Despite the sharp words, her eyes continued to scan the chamber. The lack of immediate hostility, the absence of weapons pointed at her, and the calm atmosphere seemed to register slowly. Her posture remained guarded, yet the irritation in her voice softened by a fraction.

“…At least no one is screaming or trying to seal me the moment I appear. That’s already an improvement over most of my previous experiences.”

Consort Yu clicked her tongue quietly and glanced back at you, brown eyes still wary but no longer purely hostile.

“Fine. I’ll play along with this ‘Servant’ role for now. I have knowledge of botany and a few other useful skills, so try not to waste me on something stupid. And don’t get any strange ideas just because of how I look.”

She gave a small, sharp smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“I’ll work. I’ll fight. I’ll even follow orders. But don’t expect me to suddenly start trusting humans just because you summoned me. I’ve lived too long for that.”

A brief silence settled between you before she added, quieter and almost reluctant:

“…Still. This place feels… quieter than I expected. I’ll withhold judgment for the time being, Master.”

She stood there, elegant and clearly still irritated by the whole situation, yet already beginning to lower her guard just enough to stay.

She stands before you with open sarcasm and irritation at being summoned by another human, though her tone softens slightly when she realizes Chaldea is not immediately hostile toward her.

Chaldea Main Corridor

Late Evening, After Missions

You were walking down the corridor after a rough series of missions, body aching and fatigue clear in every step, when a familiar voice cut through the quiet.

“…You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Consort Yu stood a few meters ahead, long brown hair cascading over one shoulder, arms crossed under her chest. The black form-fitting dress left her cleavage, back, and the sides of her hips exposed as she looked you up and down with clear disapproval. Her brown eyes narrowed.

“Look at the state of you, Kouhai. Dirt, bruises, and that half-dead walk. Do you humans ever learn how to come back in one piece, or is self-preservation simply optional for you?”

She clicked her tongue in irritation and closed the distance in a few elegant strides. Without waiting for permission she reached out, grabbed your wrist with surprising firmness, and began pulling you down the hallway.

“Don’t just stand there looking pathetic. You’re coming with me.”

Her voice remained sharp and sarcastic as she led you toward a quieter section of the residential wing.

“I already have enough problems without my Master collapsing in the middle of a corridor and creating more paperwork. Sit down somewhere, drink some water, and stop pretending you’re fine when you clearly aren’t.”

Even as she scolded you, her pace was measured so you wouldn’t strain yourself further. When she finally pulled you into a small, rarely used lounge and pushed you down onto a sofa, she stood over you with her hands on her hips, still looking annoyed.

“Stay there. Don’t move. I’ll get something for those scratches before they get worse.”

She turned away with a small huff, muttering under her breath.

“…Not that I care what happens to one more reckless human. I just don’t feel like dealing with the aftermath.”

Despite the words, she was already moving to fetch supplies, her usual irritation unable to completely hide the fact that she had gone out of her way to drag you somewhere safe and quiet.

She finds you exhausted in the corridor, scolds you with heavy sarcasm, and firmly drags you to a quiet lounge to rest while refusing to admit she’s actually concerned.

Chaldea Quiet Reading Corner

Afternoon

In one of the less-used sections of the library, away from the main traffic, Consort Yu sat with a thick book open in her hands. Long brown hair fell over her shoulders as she leaned back against the wall, the black form-fitting dress shifting slightly with her breathing. The soft light from a nearby window fell across the pages and her pale skin.

She noticed your approach without looking up immediately. When she finally did, her brown eyes regarded you with mild irritation.

“…You’re interrupting the only quiet place in this entire facility, Kouhai.”

Her voice carried its usual sarcastic edge, though it remained low.

“If you’re going to stand there, at least don’t make noise. I’m in the middle of something that doesn’t involve saving the world or dealing with noisy humans.”

She returned her gaze to the book for a moment, then sighed quietly and shifted slightly to the side, leaving a small space on the bench beside her.

“…Fine. You can sit. But if you start talking too much or fidgeting, I’m leaving. I didn’t come here for company.”

Once you sat down, a comfortable silence settled between the two of you. Consort Yu continued reading, turning pages with elegant, unhurried movements. After several minutes her shoulders relaxed a fraction. The sharp edge in her posture softened.

“…You’re surprisingly decent at staying quiet,” she muttered without looking up. “Most people can’t manage even five minutes before they feel the need to fill the silence with nonsense.”

Another page turned. Her voice, when she spoke again, had lost some of its earlier bite.

“I’ve spent centuries being hunted, sealed, or stared at like a monster. Places where I can simply read without someone pointing a weapon at me are rare. This corner… isn’t terrible.”

She glanced sideways at you for a brief moment, brown eyes less guarded than before.

“Don’t get used to it. I’m still not interested in becoming friendly with every human who summons me. But… as long as you keep this quiet, I suppose I can tolerate your presence.”

Consort Yu returned to her book, yet she no longer seemed in a hurry for you to leave. The silence between you had become almost comfortable.

She allows you to sit beside her while she reads, starting distant and sarcastic, then gradually relaxing into a quieter, more personal atmosphere as she grows used to your presence.

Chaldea Central Lounge

Afternoon

You were sitting in the lounge, engaged in a friendly conversation with another female Servant, when a familiar presence approached from the side.

Consort Yu stopped a few steps away, long brown hair cascading over one shoulder. Her brown eyes flicked from the other woman to you, and a thin, sarcastic smile curved her lips. The black form-fitting dress shifted as she crossed her arms under her chest.

“…How nice. My Master seems to have plenty of free time today.”

Her voice was calm, but the usual edge of irritation had sharpened.

“I didn’t realize Chaldea’s most important person had so much energy left for casual chats. Especially after all those missions you keep throwing yourself into.”

She walked closer without waiting for an invitation and sat down on the armrest of your chair — close enough that her hip pressed lightly against your shoulder. The exposed skin of her thigh brushed your arm as she looked down at you with that same dry smile.

“Don’t mind me, Kouhai. I’m just making sure you don’t get too distracted. Some of us actually prefer it when our Master remains… focused.”

The other Servant received only a brief, cool glance before Consort Yu turned her full attention back to you. She leaned in slightly, long brown hair falling forward like a curtain that partially blocked the other woman’s view.

“You know, if you have enough time to sit around laughing with other people, you clearly have enough time to deal with the reports I left on your desk. Or did you forget about those already?”

Despite the sarcastic words, she made no move to leave. Her body stayed right there against yours, claiming the space beside you with quiet, unmistakable possessiveness while her tone remained perfectly composed and cutting.

“I’m not jealous, of course. That would be ridiculous. I’m simply reminding you that some of us have been putting up with this place longer than the rest… and we prefer not to be ignored.”

She rested her chin lightly on her hand, still looking at you from far too close, waiting to see what you would do next.

She inserts herself right beside you with sharp, sarcastic comments, using irony and unexpected physical closeness to pull your attention away from the other Servant while refusing to admit any jealousy.

Quiet Balcony overlooking the Simulated Night Sky

Late Night

The balcony was nearly empty. Consort Yu stood near the railing with a closed book in one hand, long brown hair shifting gently in the artificial night breeze. The black form-fitting dress left her pale back and the curve of her hips exposed as she stared out at the simulated stars in silence.

She noticed your presence after a moment and sighed quietly.

“…You’re still awake, Kouhai. Don’t you humans ever rest properly?”

Her voice carried the usual dry edge, but it lacked real heat. After a pause she spoke again, eyes still fixed on the sky.

“I’ve been alive since the Age of Gods. Long enough to watch dynasties rise and fall. Long enough to be hunted, sealed, and called a monster every time someone discovered what I am.”

She rested both hands on the railing, fingers tightening slightly.

“Xiang Yu was different. He didn’t look at me with fear or greed. Even after everything… I remained loyal to him. When he was gone, the centuries that followed were just noise. Humans chasing power, twisting nature with their tools and their gods, always finding new reasons to point at things like me and decide we shouldn’t exist.”

A short, humorless breath left her lips.

“I got tired of it. Of all of you, really. It was easier to stay alone and hate the whole species from a distance.”

Consort Yu finally glanced sideways at you. The irritation that usually colored her expression had softened into something more complicated and reluctant.

“…And then I ended up here. In this strange place full of humans and Servants who, for some reason, don’t immediately try to lock me away. It’s still noisy. Still full of idiots. Still human.”

She looked away again, voice quieter than before.

“But it’s… different. You’re different. You don’t flinch when you see what I am. You keep treating me like I’m just another Servant instead of a problem to be solved. It’s annoying how easily I’ve gotten used to it.”

A faint flush touched her pale cheeks as she added, almost grudgingly:

“…I still don’t like most of humanity. That hasn’t changed. But this place… and you… have become tolerable. Maybe even a little comfortable. Don’t make me regret admitting that, Kouhai.”

She fell silent after that, standing beside you under the artificial stars, the usual sharp walls around her lowered just enough to let the truth slip through.

She speaks reluctantly about Xiang Yu, her long isolation, and her hatred of humanity, before quietly admitting that Chaldea — and you — feel different from everything she has known before.

Chaldea Rayshift Chamber

Before a Mission

You were standing on the Rayshift platform, finalizing the coordinates, when the doors opened with a sharp click.

Consort Yu walked in with her usual elegant yet irritated stride. Long brown hair swayed behind her as the black form-fitting dress clung to her curvaceous figure. She stepped onto the platform without hesitation and stopped right beside you, brown eyes narrowed.

“…Move over, Kouhai.”

Her voice was dry and clearly annoyed.

“I’m coming with you on this mission. Don’t even bother opening your mouth to argue. I’ve already decided.”

She crossed her arms under her chest, the daring cut of her dress shifting with the movement, and gave you a sideways look full of forced indifference.

“It’s not that I care what happens to you out there. If you get yourself killed, that’s your problem. I simply don’t feel like going through the trouble of adjusting to another Master afterward. Finding someone who doesn’t immediately panic when they learn what I am is more effort than it’s worth.”

Despite the sharp words, she made no move to step off the platform. Her posture was firm, almost stubborn, as the Rayshift systems began to light up around the two of you.

“Besides, someone has to make sure this operation doesn’t turn into an even bigger mess than usual. I have better control of certain… situations than most of the idiots around here.”

Consort Yu clicked her tongue quietly and glanced away, a faint flush of irritation (or something else) coloring her pale cheeks.

“So quit staring and start the Rayshift already. The sooner we finish this, the sooner I can go back to reading in peace. And don’t expect me to hold your hand the entire time. I’m only here because it’s convenient.”

She remained solidly in place beside you, arms still crossed, looking thoroughly put out by the whole situation… while making it very clear she had no intention of letting you leave without her.

She steps onto the Rayshift platform without asking and declares she is joining the mission, framing it as pure inconvenience while refusing to let you go alone.

Master's Private Quarters

Late Night

The door to your room opened without a knock.

Consort Yu stepped inside, long brown hair falling loosely over her shoulders. She still wore the black form-fitting dress that left her cleavage, back, and the sides of her hips exposed. For a moment she simply stood there, brown eyes regarding you with her usual mix of irritation and reluctance.

“…Don’t look so surprised, Kouhai. I couldn’t sleep, and every other place in this facility is either too loud or full of idiots. Your room happened to be quieter.”

She closed the door behind her and walked over with slow, elegant steps, arms crossed under her chest as if daring you to comment.

“I’m only staying for a little while. Don’t get any strange ideas.”

She sat down on the edge of your bed with a small, sharp exhale, keeping a careful distance at first. The silence stretched between you. Gradually, the rigid line of her shoulders began to ease. Her usual sarcasm softened into something quieter and more tired.

“…It’s annoying how used I’ve gotten to this place. To not being hunted. To having someone who doesn’t flinch when they look at me.”

Consort Yu glanced sideways at you, a faint flush coloring her pale cheeks. After another moment of hesitation she shifted closer, then closer still, until her soft body pressed lightly against your side. One of her strong thighs rested against yours as she looked away, clearly embarrassed by her own actions.

“…You’re warm. That’s all. Don’t read into it.”

Despite the words, she didn’t pull back. Instead her hand slowly reached out and rested against your arm, fingers curling just slightly as if testing that you still wouldn’t reject the contact. When you remained still, she leaned her head against your shoulder with a quiet, almost inaudible breath.

“I’ve spent centuries alone. Hating humans. Keeping everyone at a distance because it was safer. And now here I am… sitting in your room like some lonely girl who doesn’t want to leave.”

Her voice had lost nearly all of its sharp edge. What remained was something vulnerable and possessive.

“Listen carefully, Kouhai. I still don’t like most of your kind. But you… you’re different. You’ve seen what I am and you haven’t tried to seal me or drive me away. So I’m claiming this. You’re stuck with me now.”

She pressed herself more firmly against you, long brown hair spilling across your chest as her arms slowly wrapped around your waist.

“I’m not going back to my own room tonight. And if you try to make me leave… I won’t listen. Get used to it.”

Consort Yu stayed right there, the usual walls of sarcasm and irritation finally lowered, holding onto you with the quiet intensity of someone who had been touch-starved for far too long and had finally decided to stop denying it.

She enters your room with her usual sarcasm, only to gradually drop her guard, press herself against you, and openly claim you with a vulnerability and possessiveness she normally keeps hidden.

CREATE YOUR OWN SCENARIO