Disclaimer: If I owned season 0, it would still be ongoing just so I could keep hearing Megumi Ogata's Pharaoh.
Note: in season 0, Shizuka shares a surname with her brother, and her hair and eye color are both different than the second series (purple and blue, respectively). She's also outright ill.
"Hey, hey, Shizuka-chan," Miho asks, pressing her cheek to the other girl's so their faces rest side-by-side in the mirror. "Don't you think you and Miho look like sisters? Maybe even twins!"
Shizuka's not sure. Well, the eye color's the same, she supposes, and the hair, but...
"You think so...?" Her own face falls slightly; she appraises her reflection and finds it lacking. Her skin's too pale, only missing "waxy" by about half a shade – she's been out of the sun for months and looks it, in contrast to the vibrant flush on Miho's face, the warmth of her cheek causing Shizuka's own to color slightly. (Well, that's a little better, she observes.)
Resting in the hospital all this time, Shizuka hasn't really cared how she looks, so long as she's able to greet her visiting family with a smile. But today, looking her best has suddenly become important. Miho'd insisted, and Shizuka's never been one to argue with someone with such admirably fixed opinions. "You look after yourself a lot better than I ever could, Miho-san. Your hair's so much smoother."
A giggle humming in the back of her throat at the praise – she does look good, and she knows it – Miho flicks her ponytail off one shoulder and admires the way it sways. "Oh, you think?" she asks, as if unsure, though a proud giggle trilling in the back of her throat gives her away. "I do work hard at it!"
"And the ribbon gives you so much color," adds Shizuka, who now that she's started looking at herself just can't get over her own paleness. There's no reason why she shouldn't look sick, she knows: she is sick. But showing a face like this to her friends and family...that might make them worry. Shizuka doesn't want anyone to worry.
The next thing she knows, however, gentle hands are sweeping her own hair up, tying it back: Shizuka blinks and glances over at Miho, whose hair now spills down along the sides of her face, unbounded by the ribbon now gracing Shizuka's head. Catching the other girl smiling, Miho just winks. "On me!" she declares with another little giggle. "Isn't that much better?"
"But Miho-san, I really couldn't!" Shizuka's smiling face betrays her as she turns her head, looking at the new, livelier girl in the mirror: the face of a girl about whom no one needs to fret. "It's such a precious ribbon to you, isn't it..."
"Don't mind, don't mind!" With a teasing wag of her finger, Miho offers an arm to help get Shizuka out of bed. "It's your first day in town for a month, isn't it? You have to look your absolute best!"
Besides, thinks Miho, she has a whole drawer of other ribbons just like it at home. But looking at the pleased warmth on Shizuka's face as she settles into her wheelchair, Miho decides Shizuka doesn't need to know.