-Found- Life is strange Tododeku AU

-Reversed time-

Midoriya 3rd p.o.v
 'I need a serious timeout in the bathroom. Splash water on my face and make sure I don't look like a total loser.'
 Midoriya puts on his headphones and his music starts playing, he walks along the corridor ignoring everyones conversations and then enters the bathroom, he took off his earphones and looked around "Good. Nobody can see my meltdown.. Except for me" he said aloud. He washes his face using one of the sinks, then takes out his Polaroid photo. Midoriya stares at it. "Just relax. Stop torturing yourself. You have "a gift" ugh who am I kidding- screw it." Midoriya tore apart his photo and dropped it on the floor. A blue butterfly then flies in and lands on a bucket, behind a stall. Midoriya follows after it. Midoriya smiles softly 'When a door closes, a window opens... Or, something like that-... heh.  Okay- you don't get a photo opportunity like this everyday...' Midoriya approaches the butterfly and takes a photo of it. The butterfly takes off and lands on a sink.
Than Monoma enters the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Midoriya hears the sound and turns around. Monoma was breathing hard

"It's cool, Neito..Don't stress... You're okay, bro. Just count to three... Don't be scared... You own this school... If I wanted, I could blow it up... You're the boss..." A male with white hair enters. Monoma sighs "So what do you want?" The mystery person chuckled "I hope you checked the perimeter, as my step-ass would say, Now, let's talk bidness—"
Monoma huffed "I got nothing for you." The male shook his head "Wrong. You got hella cash." Monoma gulped "That's my family, not me." The male scoffed "Oh, boohoo, poor little rich kid. I know you been pumpin' drugs 'n' shit to kids around here... I bet your respectable family would help me out if I went to them. Man, I can see the headlines now—"
"Leave them out of this, prick" the mystery male chuckled " I can tell everybody Neito Monoma is a punk ass who begs like a little girl and talks to himself-" Monoma than takes out his gun and points it at The male, he backs up into the wall and Monoma stands in front of him one arm against the wall and the other pointing the gun at his stomach. Monoma breathed heavy "You don't know who the fuck I am or who you're messing around with!" The male went wide eyed Where'd you get that?! What are you doing? Come on, put that thing down!" Monoma growled "Don't EVER tell me what to do. I'm so SICK of people trying to control me!" "You are going to get in hella more trouble for this than drugs—" the male said, panicked. "Nobody would ever even miss your "punk ass" would they?" Monoma yelled. The male shook his head "Get that gun away from me, psycho!"The male pushes Monoma away from him and he pulls the trigger, shooting The male in the stomach. Midoriya comes out from behind the stall. "NOO!" Midoriya stretches out his right hand. The gun and The male fall on the ground in slow motion and everything becomes blurry. Moments later, the whole sequence is reversed and Midoriya finds herself in the art class again. Midoriya looks around.

 'Whoa! What the fuck...? How—how can that be? I was in the bathroom... He shot that poor guy- I held up my hand...and then I was back here.'

 "Alfred Hitchcock famously called film, "little pieces of time" but he could be talking about photography, as he likely was." 'I already heard this lecture...' "These pieces of time can frame us in our glory and our sorrow; from light to shadow; from color to chiaroscuro..." Momo throws a paper ball at Ochako. Midoriya shook his head. 'Now Ochako is being hassled again... And if Kacchan's phone rings... This is real.' Bakugou's phone vibrates. Midoriya knocks her camera off the desk and breaks it. Midoriya opened is mouth in shock 'Shizz!! Man, I cannot believe this... Okay, if I'm crazy, I might as well go all the way... Can I actually reverse time..?'

 Mr. Hawks kept on talking "Now can you give me an example of a photographer who perfectly captured the human condition in black and white? Anybody?" Bakugou raised his hand "Diane Arbus." Hawks nodded "There you go, Bakugou!Why Arbus?" Bakugou sighed "Because of her images of hopeless faces. You feel haunted or whatever by the eyes of the sulking mothers and children or something" Midoriya than dropped his camera on the ground by accident 'Shit!!' Midoriya rewinds time with his right hand. The camera gets repaired and returns to its original place. Midoriya smiles 'I did it... I actually did it! I'm a human time machine!!' Mr. Hawks kept on talking "Now can you give me an example of a photographer who perfectly captured the human condition in black and white? Anybody?" Bakugou raised his hand "Diane Arbus." Hawks nodded There you go, Bakugou, Why Arbus?"
 Bakugou sighed "Because of her images of hopeless faces. You feel haunted or whatever by the eyes of the sulking mothers and children or something" 'Max, don't freak out. Not yet' He tried it again Bakugou raised his hand "Diane Arbus." Hawks nodded There you go, Bakugou!Why Arbus?" Bakugou sighed "Because of her images of hopeless faces. You feel haunted or whatever by the eyes of the sulking mothers and children or something" Midoriya nearly freaked out again 'When I took my selfie, Hawks asked me a question. If he does again, I'll know this is for real." Mr hawks continued

"She saw humanity as tortured, right? And frankly, it's bullshit- Shh, keep that to yourself. Seriously though, I could frame any one of you in a dark corner, and capture you in a moment of desperation. And any one of you could do that to me. Isn't that too easy? Too obvious? What if Arbus chose to capture people at the height of their beauty or innocence? She had a brilliant eye, so she could have taken another approach."

 Bakugou huffed "eh I'll admit, I'm not a big fan of her work. I prefer... Robert Frank. Mr. Hawks nodded in agreement

"Me too Bakugou. He captured the essence of post-war, beat America. And there was honesty about the economic conditions of the era, but a beauty in the struggle. You don't have beauty without a beat. Which explains why Frank was Kerouac's photographic muse and both were the great chroniclers of the 1950's. Well... We've all seen that iconic shot of Kerouac on the balcony—and if you haven't, shame, shame—capturing the romantic urban solitude of the 20th century poet. You dig? Now, contrast Frank's stark Americana, with Salvador Dali's surrealist photographs. Like Cocteau, he was a true renaissance man, and his famous self-portraits are famous early examples of that truly awful word you pesky kids love so much, the "selfie"... And it's a great tradition, and I wholeheartedly fight for your right to self-expression. Or selfie-expression....who can tell me the name of the actual process that led to the birth of the self-portrait? Anybody? ... This does not bode well. Just jump right in with an answer. This was in the chapters you read. You did read the chapters, right? Your silence is deafening. If this were a photo, I'd call it a still life."

 Midoriya took his camera and took a selfie. 
Mr. Hawks noticed this and smirked "I believe Midoriya has taken what you kids call a "selfie" A dumb word for a wonderful photographic tradition. And Midoriya-..has a gift. Of course, as you all know, the photo portrait has been popular since the early 1800's. Your generation was not the first to use images for "selfie-expression." Sorry. I couldn't resist."

 Midoriya sighed 'So I can go back in time... What if that guy isn't dead yet? Can I save him!!???!'

 "The point remains that portraiture has always been a vital aspect of art, and photography, for as long as it's been around." Hawks kept going 'I need to go to the bathroom quickly and check it out!!' Midoriya thought Hawks smiled
 "Now, Midoriya since you've captured our interest and clearly want to join the conversation, can you please tell us the name of the process that gave birth to the first self-portraits?"
Midoriya thought for a moment "I'm sorry, I feel sick. May I be excused?"
 "Nice try, Midoriya . But you're not gonna get away that easy. We can talk more after class." Midoriya frowned.
 'Oh, shizzles, hawk wants to keep me after class. And I need time to save that guy..'

 Hawks sighed "Is there anybody here who knows their stuff?"
 Bakugou raised his hand "Louis Daguerre was a French painter who created "daguerreotypes" a process that gave portraits a sharp reflective style, like a mirror." He looked at Midoriya "Now you're stuck in the Retro Zone. Nerd" Momo laughs at this comment. Hawks sighed "Very good, Bakugou The Daguerreian Process brought out fine detail in people's faces, making them extremely popular from the 1800's onward"