Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High School. A dream school for thousands of students. Every parent wished their child to attend. Akira's parents were no exception. Except Akira didn't wish for it. Anyone could tell simply from the interviews that ANHS was not a normal high school. It was an institution designed to produce the future leaders of Japan, people who would lead the country to prosperity. But "How"? That is the question no student answered. A different universe, a different situation, or to put it simply, "a new variable". I, Aureon Sorel, introduce to you, The Constant Variable. A story which may answer a very simple question: "What happens to Classroom of the Elite when Another Elite, who wasn't supposed to be there in the original timeline, enters it?"

"Why does he always do what i am not expecting?" she said while lying on the bed. "He isn't good, that's what i am supposed to think. Then why does he not look bad in any sense?" she mumbled to herself. "Mumbling may reveal your thoughts to people you don't want to, I suggest you to either stop it, or keep the doors closed" he said, elegantly entering the room. 'So perfect, isn't he? The clothes are clean, the hair are set, and he does a lot of things that would have made me hate him by now. Just like he interrupted me right now.' she thought to herself. 'But why? Why do i always feel like he's always lying? Like, I have never seen the real him, ever?' she thought. "Anything i can help with?" he asked, seeing she was busy in her thoughts. "Nope. You can't help it." She smiled and got up in the bed. "I'll help myself. Thank you for asking though." "I'm your husband after all." he said it, and sat in his seat. Studying, maps for some reason.

As they sat together on the dining table, memory began to come back. Good old times, people say. Now they know what that means. Remembering what happened back then makes them ponder over the question, that, 'if that tiny happenstance hadn't occurred, how many worlds apart would they have been?'

Twelve gunshots. Fired from the criminals' own guns. Seventeen members of two mafia families lay dead inside a bar. Not a single innocent was harmed. The police reported it as gang violence. The city knew better. A new force was emerging from the shadows. The Black Morals.