This will be a story where you can put down comments, and the protagonist can actually respond. However, this is only a time-limit. This aspect will be closed in thirty minutes, this will be explained to this and his/your quirk.
Y/n POV
After I made that garbage of a statement, I can see you and actually.... see myself, but at the same time I cannot. Feels like I am falling, but upwards... weird shit. This huRTS MY HEAD...
AFO.... afo.....
AFO? Was that... one of you? Well, if it was... Eh, don't know who you talking about... But, if he or she is a powerful person. I should rephrase what I said, I'll do anything, IF it is in my capabilities. I can't die easily, but I am not immortal too. remember that. It may be hard to kill me, but that doesn't mean I am immortal, there, that makes it a little better to explain it.
I sit on my couch, before writing in my Diary...
Dear, Diary.
I actually met the people upstairs, I think they aren't like Gods of some sorts. I suspect there is someone more powerful than them, I could ask them questions but that requires me socialization, and I hate it. Oh, also I can see... nah, won't go into that bullshit. Anyway, the more I think about it, the more I just want answers and NO, I DON'T THINK THAT MY DICK WOULDN'T REACH THAT FAR! FUCK YOU!
I THROW MY DIARY, AT THE WALL. BREAKING, ehh, parts of the wall, it landed as I lay on my couch. Thinking more of it.... The least I think about it, the less of it ever happening again, but it already passed.... But I could try to do it now, to test it... Alright... enough with the bullshit...
I got up and look at the wall, but I know that I am in my thoughts, knowing that I am talking to YOU. Let's talk, I have questions about me and everything involving me. And maybe even who or what the hell are you... So, the most gentlemen I could do is answer YOUR questions...
