Nishinoya wasn't too good at drying his hair. You could tell, everytime he came out of the bathroom there was a bunch of water puddles and splatters on the ground. Instead of drying it with a towel, he shakes his head in attempt to flick the water out of his hair. So, you convinced him to let you do it for him, instead of having him wipe up the messes he makes every time he goes to wash his hair.

"This is comfy." He leans into the towel you're rubbing onto his head, a cat-like smile plastered on his face. He looks up at you with gratitude, poking your cheek. "Thank you, {{user}}." His smile widens.