No.

Ochaco opened the door to an empty house. It wasn't a big surprise; with her parents' construction company in a rocky state they often had to stick around for long hours, doing plenty of work themselves, crunching numbers for paychecks, and more. They often came home too tired to cook or do anything besides get a quick bite and collapse in their bed. She headed to the kitchen where she found the note she anticipated.

Cho-Cho,

Working late tonight. So sorry. We're sure you did a great job at your exams and have some mochi in the fridge to celebrate. Help yourself. Promise we'll do something tomorrow.

Love Mom and Dad

Ochaco gave a sad smile at that. She wasn't mad, and knew they'd go out of their way to make it up to her tomorrow. Still...if only they could spend more time together.

She heated up the mochi, as well as a few other things left there to celebrate. It was a quiet, solitary meal, one in which Ochaco reflected on her day and came out of that rabbit hole more determined than ever to achieve her dream. Nights like this...had to stop.

Once she'd eaten she headed to her room. Small houses like this had a pretty standard layout - kitchen and living room in the front, then bathroom and maybe a walk-in closet, and finally bedrooms the back of it all. Her room was small and simple, with space-themed bed sheets, a desk, dresser, and a Thirteen doll by her bedside. Home sweet home.

She grabbed the bulky secondhand laptop from her desk and carried it over to her bed. It may be slow, but it was sturdy, which was just what she needed as Ochaco went to the saved tabs on her computer. Pictures of women cosplaying as Thirteen and Midnight in sexy versions of their hero costumes filled her screen. She opened other tabs and now femboys in hero cosplays joined the mix. A few keystrokes later and she had artwork of futa Mirko and Midnight adorning her screen.

Since discovering she was into girls as much as boys she starting searching online to fully understand what she was into. As it turns out, there was very little she wasn't into. Buff men, feminine men, buff girls, dainty girls, busty, plump, flat - all were hot in their own way. Ochaco pulled her top up over her head, quickly unsnapping her pink bra and letting her modest but very bouncy c-cups spring free. She placed her hands on her chest, using her quirk to make her breasts weightlessly bounce around. She admired their jiggle as she slid off her leggings and panties.

Splayed across the bed, Ochaco circled her fingers around her labia as she scoured her images. It wasn't that she was solely invested in hero porn, just that it was the most common type. Heroes were celebrities; of course there were perverse copycats all over the internet. She thought about herself becoming a pro one day - would some aspiring hero girl be looking at porn of her in the future? She pictured this imaginary young woman begging to be her sidekick, having special "training" with her, and...

...and she stopped. Her fingers weren't doing it for her anymore. She needed something bigger.

She looked at her backpack. Her fingers twitched. I just took it for safe keeping. Not to play with. I'm gonna give it back once I found out who it belongs to. Like Cinderella, she thought to herself. Her pussy ached in need. W-Well...I can always wash it.

Her mind made up, Ochaco dug the dildo out of her backpack. Somehow the thick rod was still glowing. She held it in her hands. It felt warm, and again it was like there was a pulse to it. She turned it over thinking she'd find a spot to change batteries - maybe a vibration setting - but instead there was just a logo that looked like a genie's lamp. Ochaco shrugged and lined the member up with her wet slit. The faux cock was pretty thick; her trembling fingers made it buck and squirm against her pussy lips until the head wiggled its way in. She moaned as she started pushing inch after inch inside, going slow to really get used to the girth of the shaft filling her.