This was requested by
zodiac-princess1043
Again, thank you all for your patience with me. 😊
High School sucks, and it's been keeping me pretty busy lately.
Anywho, I decided to make this one a song-fic, soooo... Yeah. 😅
The song is "She's so high"
by Tal Batchman. I put a link for it above. (I swear it's not about drugs 😅)
Okay enjoy~

She's blood, flesh and bone.
No tucks, or silicone.
She's touch, smell, sight, taste and sound.

Richter honestly couldn't remember a time when he didn't have a crush on you. You were his celebrity crush, his idol, the very reason he believed that there was beauty on this earth.
So yeah... He was a little bit obsessed.
Three years ago when you had first shown up to that small modeling gig, you never would have imagined you'd get this famous and popular, but here you were. One thing led to the next, and before you knew it you had become a supermodel, practically living on the runway. Pretty much everyone knew your name; everybody wanted to know more about you. You were a beautiful person inside and out. You were always sincere in your countless interviews, and people loved you for it.
Naturally, Richter's friends were a little bit worried when he put a poster of you on his wall. They were really worried when he put another poster of you on his other wall. They were extremely worried when he turned his closet into a personal shrine dedicated to your image. He had pulled out magazine pages that featured your image and pasted them to the walls, burning fragrant incense around a large poster of you that he had framed and hung in the middle.
His friends decided to talk to him about it, because, let's be honest, he had taken this way too far...

But somehow I can't believe-
That anything should happen.
I know where I belong.
And nothing's gonna happen- yeah.

"Richter, man, she's like, way outta your league bro." Roy tried to convince him. Roy, Ryu, Ken, Simon, and Chrom  had all gathered in Richter's room to try help him get over his obsession.
"Yeah! I mean, she's a supermodel for Naga's sake. If she was even going to consider dating you, she'd take one look at me and forget all about you."
Chrom laughed, elbowing Richter teasingly.
"Oh shut up." Richter muttered.
"Are you guys sure I don't have a chance?" he asked skeptically.
The boys all nodded furiously in unison. "Yep!" Ryu stated.
"Like we said, she's a supermodel. She has no idea that you even exist. If you were to even have a chance, you'd have to become a model or something."
Everyone laughed, thinking they'd finally set their friend straight.
Boy were they wrong.
Richter's eyes grew wide.
"I have an idea..." he grinned.

'Cause she's so hiiiiiiiiiiigh-
high above me.
She's so lovely.
She's so hiiiiiiiiiiiiigh-
like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc or Aphrodite.
She's so hiiiiiiigh~
High above me.

Richter started small, applying to model for men's watches. So, in a sense, his left arm was now famous.
Next he modeled tennis shoes, so his feet were famous. Soon he was modeling in local magazines, posing with grills and pretending to have a friendly cookout. Pretty soon a real modeling agency found him, and he modeled suits, jackets, and swimming attire. His friends were flabbergasted to say the least, but supported him as best they could. (Not to say he didn't get teased, because he definitely did.
He didn't mind though.) He had a goal.
Somehow, he had to get as famous as (Y/n). He needed to at least know her. He needed to see her in person; he needed to see her with his own eyes. She might be way out of his league now, but soon he would be up there. He was determined.

First class and fancy free.
She's high society.
She's got the best of everything.

You noticed Richter in a magazine one day while flipping through it and wondered who he was. You'd worked with almost everyone in the business, and had never seen him before.
"He's kind of cute." you thought aloud, giggling at yourself.
You looked around at the huge hotel room you were staying in. You were far from home for a photo-shoot, but could hardly tell. A huge King-sized bed, fluffy fur blanket, a giant TV, a hot tub... it was all so extravagant. You felt kind of out of place there. Like the room was so big it might swallow you whole. Sure it was all nice, and you were grateful for it, but it didn't mean you weren't lonely.
You wished that there was someone there with you to enjoy it all, or at the very least provide you some sort of company. But nope.
You were all alone.

What could a guy like me,
ever really offer?
She's perfect as she can be.
Why should I even bother?

Richter worked harder every day, keeping his now-famous model eyes on the prize.
Even though he was now surrounded with other famous models and random fangirls who thought he was cute, he still remembered why he became a model in the first place. When the news got around to him that his agent had booked him a shoot that you were also going to be at, he was elated.
The more he thought about it though, the more nervous he became.
Sure he was a supermodel now as well, but he was still so little compared to you. Would you even give him a chance? He wasn't any Richer... (He was Richter! Hahahahahahahahaha)
*Ahem*
"It'll be fine." he told himself.
"Deep breaths. And no fangirl screaming when you see her Richter." he told himself.

'Cause she's so hiiiiiiiiigh~
high above me.
She's so lovely.
She's so hiiiiiiiiiiigh~
Like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, or Aphrodite.
Da-da-da-da~
She's so hiiiiiiiigh~
High above me.

Richter walked into the shoot with all the confidence he could muster up.
Inside this very room, his idol and hero for almost a year was just causally standing and chatting with the photographer. He took a deep breath and tried his hardest to walk towards her, but his feet wouldn't budge. He stood frozen in place, his heart caught in his throat. "I'm such an idiot for thinking I could do this..." he mumbled, turning and walking to the other side of the room. He watched in awe as you struck a pose, flashing your signature smile that lit up the whole room. You looked so happy and beautiful, and everyone around you seemed happy as well. It was like your mood was contagious. Richter grinned in spite of himself. You were somethings else...

She comes to speak to me,
I freeze immediately.
'Cause what she says sounds so unreal.

You noticed Richter as soon as he entered the room. You felt like you'd seen the guy somewhere, but just couldn't seem to put your finger on where. He looked so familiar.
It took you awhile to figure it out, but eventually you realized where you'd seen him.
He was the owner of the famous left arm that modeled men's watches!
After taking a few quick shots, you shrugged off the coat you were modeling and ran over to say hello to him. His arm was even more attractive in real life. You wondered if he'd ever heard of you.
"Hey there!" you tapped his shoulder, waving at him and putting on the friendliest smile you could.
"I-ah-um-ahh..." he stuttered, his face turning as red as a tomato.
"I'm (Y/n)." you giggled.
"Yeah." he breathed, his eyes wide in shock and awe.
"Oh-erm- that sounded really creepy. It's just, your my idol and I-" he started rambling, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.
You laughed, putting a finger to his mouth to shut him up.
"What's you name?" you asked sweetly.
"My name is Richter." he blushed.
"It's so nice to meet you." you offered your left hand to him, hoping to shake his famous left hand.
"It's an honor to meet you miss (Last/N)." Richter smiled, shaking your hand.
His grip is so strong...
"Please, call me (Y/n)." you shook your head. He seemed nice...

And somehow I can't believe,
that anything should happen.
I know where I belong,
and nothing's gonna happen.
Yeah yeah yeah yeah~

The two of you got talking, and decided to go out for coffee after the shoot.
Richter felt as if he was in heaven.
(Y/n) (Last/n) was talking to him.
This was the moment he had worked for and dreamt about, he was beyond happy. You were just as sweet as people said you were, and even more beautiful. He felt as if he had finally achieved the dream he had been chasing after for so long.
He thought back to that day just a year ago, when his buddies had told him that there was no way he could ever get (Y/n) to like him. And here she was, joking around and laughing with him like she had known him for years.
He was on cloud 9, and he didn't ever want to come back down to earth.

'Cause she's so hiiiiiiiiiigh~
High above me.
She's so lovely.
She's so hiiiiiiiiiiigh~
Like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, or Aphrodite.
Oh yeah.

After that first date, it didn't take you to long to realize that you loved him.
He was among the sweetest and most sincere people that you'd ever met.
You couldn't stop thinking about him after that last shoot, and even found yourself missing his company.
That's when you realized you needed to tell him how you felt.
What's the worst that could happen?
He said that you were his idol...
You booked a flight the very next morning to where he was staying. Your agents weren't to happy with you, but you promised that you'd be back before the next shoot started. That gave you about four hours before you had to fly back to get ready.
Four hours to find him...
You ran into the apartment complex where you heard he was staying, and went to the man at the front desk.
"Hello, is there by chance a Ritcher here?" you smiled politely at him.
"Yes actually." he grinned back at you, straightening his posture and blushing. "You're a friend of his I assume?" he asked.
"Yep." you giggled, nodding your head.
"He's in room 31 on the second floor." the man pointed to the elevators.
"Thank you sir." you waved, before quickly turning and running to the elevators. You found your way to room 31, knocking on the door gently.
"I got it Richter." you heard a muffled voice say.
The door swung open, and you were greeted by a red-haired swordsman.
"Hello?" he greeted you, a perplexed look on his face.
"Hi. Is Richter here?" you asked, already completely aware that he was.
"Uhhh yeah. Come on in." he said, holding the door open for you.
"I'm Roy by the way." the redhead winked.
You rolled your eyes, but a wide grin was on your face.
"Richter?"
There he was, sitting on his couch and watching Netflix.
"(Y/n)?" he gasped in surprise, jumping up and running over to you.
"Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, everything's fine." you smiled reassuringly at him.
"I just missed you."
You wrapped your arms around his neck in a hug, feeling him tense up under your touch.
He slowly wrapped his arms around your waist. You sighed in contentment.
You'd never felt so safe.
"So you're that supermodel Richter's obsessed with?" Roy asked nonchalantly. "Did you know he has a closet-sanctuary filled with pict-"
Richter's face went crimson and he swiftly kicked Roy in the leg to shut him up.
"So umm." you smiled, taking a step back from Richter.
"I came here to tell you that I like you. I know we just met, but I feel like we've known each other for a long time... and you're the sweetest guy I've ever talked to." you blushed.
"It's okay if you don't feel the same, I just had to tell you..."
"W-what?" Richter went pale, and his eyes widened.
"You like me? Like, you're going to let me take you out on another date like me?" he gasped.
"That is... If you like me?" you mumbled, shyly pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear.
"Yes!" Richter nodded a little to quickly. "I'm so honored..."
"Don't make it sound like it's such a special privilege." you giggled.
"Now how about a second date?" you grinned. "Sure." he chuckled, grabbing your hand.
"Well okay then..." Roy shrugged.
"I can't believe you got yourself a literal supermodel for a girlfriend. She's like, so high above you."

Alrighty, that's it for this chapter! Thanks for reading.
I hope you enjoyed!
See you in the next chapter.
Bye!
~Gookip✌🏼️💜