Kiara and y/n stood facing each other outside the chaetu, their heated words cutting through the air as their argument continued to go on. The rest of the Pogues watched in stunned silence as they Listened intently.

"Why do you have to be so difficult?" Kiara spat, her hands clenched into fists.

"You're one to talk," y/n shot back, anger flashing in their eyes.

Kiara took a deep breath, her gaze flickering around the group of Pogues. "At least I don't hide who I am."

Y/n's jaw tightened. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

Kiara glares at her. “You know exactly what I mean. You used to self-harm didn’t you? And you told all the pouges you were done with it, but I know the truth. You never really quit you just say you did.” She turns to the pouges. “Ever wonder why y/ns always wearing sweaters and long sleeves? It’s to cover her marks, from cutting. Now you know.”

The pouges are to stunned to speak as they are immediate concerned for y/ns well being. Kiara quickly clasped her hands over her mouth realizing what she had just said.