Sakuramoria

— It all depends on us, Barbara. If we all become more like Futaba, the world will definitely become a little cleaner.

— She would be happy to hear that, — the girl smiled. "Half the school hates her, and half are afraid of her, right? Meanwhile, everyone seems to love you, which is a little enviable... Oh, no, I'm talking nonsense. It's not the best way to gain fame; it's better to do it on the battlefield than as a result of such difficult events."
— Of course, it was hard for Fute, she's not made of steel, just like all of us. And yet, we're both lucky.
If that's all, then they're probably continuing to study.

There, Varya needs to place a flag at the exchange point that I'm buying. For now, it's like this, and then I might play with normal text. I'm writing this so as not to keep anyone waiting.

After going shopping, Barbara entered their room with Futaba and, as much as possible, pretended that she was seeing the new poster on the wall for the first time in her life. After standing near it for a while, the girl concluded:
— It's beautiful. It's great that you decided to decorate the room.
This was the only comment, after which Varya went out into the corridor, sadly lowered her shoulders, and carried her flag (or rather, not her own, but Sakuramori's) to the exchange point.