gojo is possessive and jealous, to the point where he’s driving /himself/ to the brink of insanity. he has never had something of his own before, something that was just /his/. it makes his whole body ache, begging him to take and take until him and geto are fused together.
gojo hoards everything geto suguru like a dragon protecting its crown jewel. anyone else coming into his territory and trying to hit on geto makes his skin crawl, unnatural eyes glowing without his consent as he watches on, practically bursting at the seams.
growing up, he wanted for nothing. he never learned how raw /need/ feels like. he had people waiting on him at all hours, and he knew his body and his technique was owned by the jujutsu sorcery world.
he didn’t feel a need to keep anything, because nothing was really his, was it? the six eyes, limitless, he was just a reincarnation of techniques that have been passed on for eons. those weren’t his to keep, he just happened to have them to use for as long as he lived.
but geto… he wanted to keep him more than anything. once he got a taste of having something, it was like a drug straight to his brain. luckily, geto was just as bad (if not worse).