Brings it home to...keep it safe

If it belongs to someone, it could get thrown out, or that person could get in trouble, Ochaco reasoned. If I held onto it, then I could...return it to its rightful owner? Yeah. Yeah, that. And maybe they'd be grateful and help me get one of my own. O-Or... She internally cringed at herself. When did she get so perverted? Oh right; in high school, when that blonde girl with the feral yellow eyes turned getting changed in the locker room into an impromptu strip tease.

Why'd she have to stab that one boy and disappear?

Ochaco did a double-take before discreetly putting the large sex toy in her backpack. She did another double take as she went to UA's exit. She did another double-take on her way to the train station. The poor girl couldn't help it. She couldn't help this paranoid feeling that someone knew what she had in her backpack and what she was fantasizing about doing with it. She imagined it in her mind, and could swear she felt heat from it as she hugged the bag to her chest. The pulse of her heart seemed to come with a twin beat from the blue rod.

Eventually, she made it home with red cheeks and only imaginary embarrassment. She walked up to the simple, single-story home she shared with her parents. She distantly remembered a better house in her childhood - stairs she'd float her way down and a raised garden wall. But her folks had to sell that house - the house they'd built - when times got tough. She loved the little house, but she sometimes thought about that old one. When she became a pro, she'd like to find it again, and give it back to them.

She shouldered the backpack and did her best to act like she had nothing to hide, before getting out her house key and opening the door.