Oopz I ate Ur Mom

Headcanons for Uro for my kickass friend (tis is me just making up characterization lmao)

Uro's life during the Heian Era was frustratingly unremarkable; born into a world in which sorcery served as a currency for power, she was just strong enough to achieve something, but never enough to be anymore than a side note on someone's peripheral.

Namelessly walking across the earth as servants for another family, Uro couldn't reach for anything she really wanted.

I think that she was born alone, and was sold to the Fujiwara's military troops at quite a young age, due to her promising technique.

Much like Sukuna, she shares a hunger for status, but she never had much more ambition aside from a leading a life of what she considered comfort. This helped her rise in rank until she was at the top, but Uro could never conceive of anything beyond this, so she never surpassed this level and remained stagnant.

This also meant that while her technique had potential, she stopped progressing at some point, unable to reach the heights of someone like Satoru Gojo or Sukuna due to her mental blockage.

That blockage resulted from the Fujiwara grooming her into a leader of their military faction. They systematically cut down any development into anything bigger that Uro could have been, since that would eventually mean her alienation from their ranks.

During this era of Jujutsu, we are still discussing the Strongest as a concept of individualism and selfishness in pursuit of your goals, not a symbol of unity as the finale suggests (in my opinion), so when Uro reaches her climax at the top of the military power structure, she stops progressing. This is for a few reasons.

One; her progress until this point had been pushed by the Fujiwara, who her entire identity formed around. When she reached this military station, she didn't have a need to change anymore, since that was where she was supposed to be.

Secondly, when this goal was completed, she simply had to work to maintain it, anything around that didn't exist anymore, and so she couldn't keep up with the rest of the sorcery world. Not pushing further is basically one of the biggest faults you can have in JJK, since that conflicts with the idea of exceeding your own limits.

Lastly, I think she gets comfortable, because like said, she didn't really know a life outside the Fujiwara, and had no metric of freedom.

Subsequently, these three factors lead to her eventual defeat. Uro couldn't keep up with the rest, and fell off. The Fujiwara noticed and threw her away when they had the chance.

They gave her a name and executed her. Strangely, this little action of giving her a name promptly accelerates Uro's identity. Not because she has a name now, but because it signifies the betrayal at the hands of the Fujiwara.

It's like being gutted; Uro spent her entire life serving them without question. She is so confused, when they come to lock her up for the ceremony, she doesn't resist and just walks along.

Her hatred and rage are so tight in her chest, it feels like her cursed technique is crushing her, and so she makes a decision without the prompting of her masters for the first time. It's a decision of defiance. She strikes a deal with Kenjaku just before her execution to come back during the culling games.

If they betray her, if they use her and sentence her to death, than she shall outlive them.

Meeting Yuta then was a massive middle finger, because in the end, she never even got to outlive her abusers, and their wretched blood keeps running in the modern world.

Same with Sukuna; the man that lead her to her downfall through defeat is uncontested in the modern era, and she is paralyzed by fear, and can't face him.

That beautifully sums up the tragedy of her character. Too late did she realize she was just being used, and when she did, she still couldn't break the programming of her conditioning.

Uro deserved better, but she can't get better; not in the Heian era, and not in the Modern era.

I mean look at him

It's not like he does it on purpose.

He works at least twelve hours everyday, and it's visible in his too-far trimmed nails that he cuts obsessively because they just keep chipping, or in the sagging, blotchy eye bags he has, and the three empty chewing gum containers in his trash. The last three days he's spent on a liquid diet of coffee, and he needs those to conceal his bad breath (He flosses and brushes two times a day, it's just that, well, coffee breath smells).

So yes, he is exhausted, and so when he just sits in his chair during midday break and stares ahead, Higuruma is far too gone to realize what he is looking at. Ten minutes have passed, and you are breaking a cold sweat because your business partner has been gawking at you, and you don't think he's blinked yet.

You keep tucking at your shirt, but it is sitting just right, so you check your face with your selfie camera. Nothing. What is he staring at? You can see his chest rising high and falling deep, and with the wide-blown eyes that focus on nothing at all but very pointedly on a spot on your neck, you reminisce about the creepy guys crowding around bus stops at night. Your skin itches.

You haven't known him for long, the only reason you agreed to share an office with each other was because you needed a way to stick it to your old boss, and it was more comfortable for him to open a law firm if it was funded by two. So no, aside from the fact that you knew he has a thing for strange cases, you don't know the guy. Only that he was creepy.

When he makes a particularly loud breathing noise you decide that break is early. You save the file you were working on and shut the laptop, rising to your feet and rush to the door. "I'm taking my break. Be right back."

No response. When you open the glass door, you can see in the reflection that he is still just staring.

What the fuck. Despite your camera confirming you look alright, you head straight for the bathrooms to check again. A notification beeps on your phone as you round the corner, and you push the first door you reach open without looking.

Shimizu wrote.

Just came back from the cafe, you want anything?

You stand in the doorway of the toilet and text back, Just something sweet, please. I'll pay you back later.

Now, you pocket your phone and look up, only to realize the toilet stalls are on the left, not the right- was this the men's room? And why are there a toothbrush and toothpaste! One look at the door, it's indeed the men's stall, but you are too irritated to feel embarrassed. Higuruma is the only male employee (not a particularly strange achievement, you are a team of three with Shimizu), which meant this stuff was his.

Was he fucking sleeping here?