There was only one way to put it: Nishinoya murdered people for money. Yeah. Not nice really.
Not that Nishinoya wasn't nice, of course, aside from his, ah, job, he liked to think of himself as a wonderful person.
Anyway, back to the job. Nishinoya was currently tailing Asahi as he drove what looked like a moving van presumably to his new home.
Of course, Nishinoya knew Asahi was moving, despite not knowing where.
Ah - I say Nishinoya was tailing him - he was doing so on foot. And even Nishinoya couldn't keep up with a van on a motorway.
Sighing, he decided to hail a cab and go home; he could easily track down Asahi the next day. The fact was, Nishinoya had been following the man for two days now, with no break in between. Normally, the job would have been over and done with by now, but Nishinoya didn't have the heart to kill sweet Asahi.
He was too tired to contemplate it now, so he hurried to the nearest bus stop, grinning at the prospect of having a warm shower, something to eat and a warm bed - a full night's sleep.
When he got home, it was past midnight, and Nishinoya was about to collapse. His usual bubbly energy had dissipated and it's absence had left him feeling worn out and ready to go to bed.
In fact, he was so tired, he hadn't even noticed a moving van parked outside his block of flats.
