"I Reincarnated in Boku no Hero but They Forgot to Give Me a System"

Chapter 23 – Hero's Strategy

It had been a week since Aoi launched the app.

FaceHero — the name he proudly gave his initial prototype, a personalized version of Facebook — functioned with surgical precision. It was fast, secure, clean in design, and built with features meant to bridge the gap between civilians, heroes, and social institutions.

But for now, it was... invisible.

In the chaos of modern society, with thousands of apps being launched every day, FaceHero was just another unnoticed spark in a digital storm.

Aoi sat in his dark room, the glow of his ultrawide monitor outlining the sharp features of his face. His desk was cluttered with notes, wireframes, and usage graphs — all showing the same thing: stagnation.

He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, a serious expression on his face.

— "It's working perfectly. Smooth interface, robust backend, intuitive menus... but no one's using it."

The silence in the room was broken only by the soft hum of the CPU fans and the occasional click as he adjusted the screen. Frustration began to bubble beneath the surface — he had poured days of his life, boundless energy, and unwavering focus into that creation.

But logic quickly silenced emotion.

— "A tool only becomes valuable... when people know they need it," he muttered.

Then it hit him — not like a burst of inspiration, but like a lock clicking open.

In the corner of the screen, a live news broadcast showed a rescue mission involving none other than All Might. The image froze on a close-up of the Symbol of Peace — still smiling, still standing tall as a beacon of hope.

Aoi narrowed his eyes.

— "The world is driven by icons… and in Japan, the greatest of all is All Might."

It was true. All Might wasn't just a hero — he was a movement. A living legend. His influence extended beyond the battlefield — shaping culture, politics, and even the global image of heroism itself.

— "If I can get All Might to use FaceHero, even just once... the whole country will follow. And if he praises it..."

His eyes lit up — not with flames this time, but with ambition.

— "Then the whole world will want to try it."

Even with excitement rising, Aoi kept his feet on the ground. He wasn't a starry-eyed fan hoping for a miracle. He knew how these things worked.

— "I can't just send a random message and hope for the best. He probably ignores hundreds of fan projects every week. Money doesn't move him. Fame doesn't interest him. He's beyond that."

Aoi closed his eyes, recalling All Might's core values: compassion, sacrifice, integrity.

— "I need to offer something noble. Something that aligns with his beliefs. Something… he would respect."

He opened a new document. The cursor blinked against a white background. His fingers hovered for just a second — then he began typing with speed and precision.

Proposal to the Symbol of Peace

All Might,

My name is Aoi Todoroki. I'm Endeavor's son, but I'm not here in his name.

I've developed a new app called FaceHero. Its purpose is simple: to connect civilians with charities, hospitals, orphanages, and volunteer heroes who want to make a difference in their local communities.

My dream is to gather enough support through this project to fund a tech company focused on saving lives — not with weapons, but through innovation, accessibility, and connection.

I know I'm just a kid. But if you believe in the sincerity of someone young who simply wants to help others, I ask for a small favor:

If you could promote the app with a single message — just one — I promise to donate all initial profits from the app to local orphanages and hospitals in need.

This is my proposal. A chance for us to do something good — together.

Respectfully,

Aoi Todoroki

When he finished, he read it twice. No flowery words. No manipulation. Just clarity, honesty, and purpose.

— "Direct. Honest. Fair. If he's anything like in the anime... he'll agree."

The next morning, dressed simply and carrying the neatly folded letter in a clean envelope, Aoi visited a hero agency known to have worked with All Might in the past.

The lobby was spacious, filled with posters of professional heroes and a buzz of quiet conversations among assistants and interns. Aoi didn't draw attention. He walked straight to the front desk and handed over the envelope calmly.

— "Please deliver this directly to All Might's team. It's important."

The receptionist, surprised by the formality coming from someone so young, hesitated for a moment before nodding.

— "I'll make sure it gets passed on."

Aoi thanked her and left without saying more — no name-dropping, no mention of his father.

He walked home alone, hands in his pockets, a quiet anxiety stirring in his chest.

— "Now I wait."

The days that followed passed slowly.

He monitored the app's metrics, fixed bugs, tweaked the code... but FaceHero still wasn't catching on.

Every time his phone buzzed, his heart would race — but it was never that message.

Until the end of the week.

Late at night, half-asleep at his desk, Aoi heard a soft ping.

He reached for the phone lazily — and froze.

The username on the screen was unmistakable:

 All Might — @symbolofpeace

"Trying out a new app called FaceHero! It's amazing for tracking charity work and seeing the good young people are doing in the world. Definitely worth checking out!"

Aoi's eyes widened.

He stared at the screen, motionless. Then, slowly, a smile spread across his face.

He stood up. His chair rolled back. And he let out a breathless laugh.

— "It worked."

The response was instant.

Within an hour, FaceHero's servers were flooded with activity. Thousands of downloads. Notifications exploded. Comments, reviews, shares — all positive.

Hospitals registered within minutes. Orphanages reported receiving their first volunteer sign-ups. Donors began using the app's built-in features to send funds directly to institutions in need. Local heroes started logging their patrol zones and offering support to nearby communities.

A digital movement had begun.

And as he stood by the window of his room, looking at the stars above Musutafu, Aoi Todoroki smiled.

His heart was steady. His soul burned with purpose.

— "This is just the beginning."