Fate My Ass, Reality My Ass, Responsibility My Ass

Click. Shinji Uchiha closed the door, shutting out the chill from outside as warmth gradually filled his body. "Shinji, go change into clean clothes. I tried making a new dish today." A gentle voice came from the kitchen, and Shinji instinctively looked up. The house before him was not particularly large, but its walls and floors were primarily ivory white, with light colors dominating and darker shades as accents. Its first impression was bright and simple.