As he felt a tingly sort of sensation scratch at his scalp, he looked over to only be met with the sight of you running your hands through his hair like it's the most natural thing in the world. Usually, Tsukishima would be absolutely pissed if it was someone else— but because it was you, he didn't necessarily feel irritated.

Instead, he just raised a hand up to grab yours. Stopping you from scratching your scalp as he lightly tugged your hand down towards the nape of his neck— wanting neck scratches. He had always liked neck scratches more in comparison to head scratches, and it was clear he was craving some right now.