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DOGS IN THE LIBRARY. • KA12

SUMMARY ✰ Kimi, your school’s star football player, has been injured. In order to stay on the team, he has to do service hours in the school’s library. He then meets you, a frequent volunteer!

CONTAINS ✰ Soccer referred to as football (for my American audience), mentions of broken bones, lots of 2025 rookie + mv1 cameos, SMAU with a few written parts, and lots of fluff!!

FEATURING ✰ Footballer!Kimi Antonelli x Library Volunteer!Reader

A/N ✰ This turned out really cute in my opinion ^^ I love Kimi

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kimi.antonelli Well, guess I’m out for awhile 😅 (Little Kimi does not approve)

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classmate1 - If course you get hurt right before we play our biggest rivals 🤦‍♂️

classmate2 - Get well soon Kimi ❤️🙏

classmate3 - Suggestion: Stop doing dangerous stuff

olliebearman - 😐

kimi.antonelli - Don’t look at me like that!!

> olliebearman - I’m SO disappointed

gabrielbortoleto_ - 😂 Get some rest man

kimi.antonelli - Aye aye Captain

> classmate4 - Mate, you’re the captain

> olliebearman - Not anymore 💀

-♡

“Good afternoon, Mrs. J,” You announce as you step into the library, a stack of books from the return box outside in your hands, causing you to peek around to look into the library. The woman in question was seated behind a desk, typing away on her computer. As always, the room was desolate.

Entirely empty.

You sighed, setting the books down on her desk, earning an appreciative smile. “Thank you, Y/N.” She switches screens to begin checking things back in one by one— A quick, but irritating, process.

Most kids didn’t stop by anymore. They’d put books on hold online and pick them up briefly, or enter the library with what they wanted already in mind. Even with the temptation of board games and a safe place to hang out, people rarely stayed for longer than they needed to. The library was a beautiful room, in your totally unbiased opinion, so no matter how hard you tried to understand, you’d never fully grasp why it’s been neglected.

You set your things down behind the desk right beside another office chair, dedicated to you. You had your own little workspace in the library given then you’re one of the only people to dedicate your time there. Mrs. J, as you call her, was an extremely easygoing woman that you found yourself getting along with nicely. In fact, just as you went to wheel out the cart of books ready to be placed on their shelves she had called out to you, “Oh, Y/N.”

“Hm?” You turn around, one hand still on the cart.

“Could you do me a favor?” She knows you’ll say yes, so she doesn’t wait for an answer. “One of the football players broke his ankle, so they’re having him help out around here to make up for the lost time so he can stay on the team. Would you be willing to show him around?”

You blink, somewhat surprised by this sudden revelation. The idea of being in the same confined space as a dedicated athlete was somewhat nerve wracking considering your personal experiences with a lot of them weren’t exactly pleasant. You had never been picked on directly, but the large groups of bumbling athletes were always way too intimidating for you. But, when you see the pleading look in your mentor’s eyes, you sigh. “Yeah, I can do that…” You shift, clearing your throat. “Uh, do you know his name?”

Maybe if he were a benchwarmer or someone not connected to the group, just the sport, it would be less intimidating. Like, the one with the spiky blonde hair. Liam? He was always someone that kept to himself even though he played in a sport. “Oh, Andrea, I believe.”

Your confusion settles in further. Andrea? Who was Andrea? You hadn’t ever heard that name before, so your brain sort of… Lit up. Maybe that was a good thing! The less popular, the better. Not to lump people together, but most popular people were scary.

“Ah, okay.” You nodded with faux understanding before continuing on your way, pushing the heavy cart towards the first aisle lined with shelves. It was a tedious task to organize the shelves, but when the librarian played your favorite songs in orchestral arrangements, you found yourself getting wrapped up in a world of letters, decimals, and an infinite amount of pages.

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fhs.football One step closer to being champions 💪 Thanks for the support!

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classmate5 - Even without our star player we’re still rockin it

classmate6 - Good to see Isack and Ollie working hard to fill Kimi’s shoes lol

francocolapinto - are we chopped liver? 😭

> classmate6 - U did great too Franco

liamlawson30 - 🔥

gabrielbortoleto_ - Let’s gooo

kimi.antonelli - Guys don’t have TOO much fun without me…

classmate7 - No, never… Aha

-♡

KIMI’S MESSAGES ☆ OLIVER BEARMAN

“I need to go print some flyers for the gardening club. You know, that Doriane girl is an absolute sweetheart.” Oftentimes Mrs. J talked to you like a mom trying to get her child to make more friends, and while you appreciated the efforts, you wished she was come to the realization that you’re simple not interested. You just quietly nod, sorting your homework papers at your workspace. “Anyway, that boy from the football team should be dropping by soon. Will you show him how to organize the shelves?”

You perk up, whipping your head around to face her. “Uh- Wait! Since he’s injured, wouldn’t it be easier for him to run the computer,” you suggest with a hint of worry. She assumes that you’re concerned for the wellbeing of this new kid, but in reality you just don’t want to have to think about someone else helping you organize. That was your thing!

“Hm, well… To be honest, I don’t think I trust anyone else on there.” She doesn’t say it, but you know what she’s thinking: ‘Especially a football player.’ “Thank you again for your help, Y/N.”

You watch her leave the library and sink back into your chair, scanning the room for something to do while you wait. You’ve already finished all your homework, and you’ve sorted through your folders to get rid of any unwanted work. You eye the stack of untouched books on her desk, and roll your chair over to the computer. She trusts you, so you carry no guilt as you start to register them in the system and load them up onto the cart.

The task is fairly simple, so it doesn’t take you too long. Afterwards, you wheel it back out to the shelves and drop it off. You turn around, flinching when you see someone standing about two feet behind you, his mouth open as if he was about to say something. You gasp, hand clutching your heart with a sigh.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you!” Kimi Antonelli grins, his sharp canines shining in the dim light of the library. Your take in his appearance. Little fangs, messy hair, dopey smile, big eyes… Yes, you’re positive that the boy standing before you looks just like your dog back home, weirdly enough. You don’t even realize you’re zoning out until he interrupts your train of thought. “Uhh, is the librarian here?”

“Sorry…” You mumble, your hands fidgeting behind your back. You’ve known of Kimi since your first year of High School. His charm was quick to spread from group to group, and eventually he became a school-wide superstar as the captain of the football team. You’re confused, however, because this was Kimi. Not… Andrea, whom you still didn’t know. “She just left. Did you need something?”

“Yeah— Well, sort of. I’m supposed to be volunteering here, I guess.” He scratches the back of his neck sheepishly, leaning against his crutch.

His crutch?

Your eyes trail down, and then you gasp. “Oh— I’m sorry, I thought- Gah, never mind. Yes, she told me about you. Er, well, she told me about someone and I’m assuming it’s you. Although, I’m a little confused because…” Kimi’s eyes are wide and his mouth is agape as he watches your hands move whilst you talk rather animatedly. When you freeze, his gaze locks on to yours. “Do you know an Andrea?”

“That’s me!” He said it with that grin once again. Your heart slammed against your chest, and your cheeks started to grow unbearably warm as you mentally slapped yourself.

“Oh, see, I thought…” You sigh, shrinking into yourself. You’re having trouble articulating your words and you feel utterly ridiculous.

“Andrea’s my first name. Everyone calls me by my middle name, Kimi! So… you can just call me that.” You’re glad he somewhat understood your intentions, even if it was still all too embarrassing. “What’s your name?”

“Oh. Y/N…” You shouldn’t have been surprised he didn’t know you, you were always so quiet, but for some reason you found yourself disappointed in this fact. Probably because you have three classes together, and he still doesn’t know your name. That’s to be expected, though. “I’ll be helping you. I, uh, volunteer here regularly.”

“Oh, cool!” You stare at him again, blinking back into a trance. He’s got these big brown eyes, and you find it charming how he looks as if there’s not a thought going on behind them. Your eyes move to his curls again, rich in their brown color.

You have to pull yourself away and turn around. “Right this way, Max-… Kimi. Right this way Kimi.”

“Max? Oh! Like, Verstappen? He graduated a few years ago, I didn’t know you knew him too. He was my idol!” Thankfully for you, he didn’t seem to question your mishap, which saved the awkward explanation of the fact you accidentally called him by your dog’s name. Max was a brown Australian shepherd, and he bore a striking resemblance to the football captain. “Not sure why you’d call me that, though. We look nothing alike.”

“Uh. Similar… Personalities.” You shake your head, gesturing for him to follow. Kimi shrugs and moseys on behind you, moving at an impressively fast rate for a guy on crutches. Although, you are pushing a cart, so you have a bit of a disadvantage. You grunt as you turn a corner, struggling to maneuver the hefty thing around.

“Here, I can do it,” he offers, making you stop in your tracks. He holds his crutches out for you, and although you’re confused, you take them from him anyway. Admittedly you’re just intrigued to see how he’s gonna manage hobbling around and pushing a heavy cart simultaneously. You’re surprised, though, because it seems like light work for him. You watch as Kimi’s muscles ripple with every push, displaying his athletic build.

“Thanks,” you say, stifling your amazement. “Here is fine. I just need to show you how to organize the shelves and such.”

“It’s by author’s last name, right?” He asks with pride in his tone, almost as if he were boasting his knowledge.

“Sometimes.” Your answer deflates his ego. “If it’s fiction, yeah. Non-fiction is sorted in a different way.”

“Oh, so how do you sort them?”

“By the decimal system.” You grab a book from the cart and point to the number on the spine. “Each book has a different number based on its contents, so you’ll sort them in numerical order. Library shelves are ordered from top to bottom and from left to right. For fiction, it’s alphabetical order based on the author’s last name, which you can also find on the spine.”

Kimi’s hand runs through his hair, a sigh escaping his plush lips. “This is all really complicated.” You giggle, covering your mouth with your palm when you do so.

“If you need help, let me know.” He watches you walk away with the look of a defeated puppy.

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kimi.antonelli How do I sue for child labor 🔥 currently pretending to read a book so I don’t have to sort them

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olliebearman - Actual idiot

isackhadjar - The boredom’s finally reached him

liamlawson30 - Mate how’s the book

kimi.antonelli - So tragic and sad

classmate8 - I’ve never stepped foot in that library before how is it

kimi.antonelli - Clean 🧽

francocolapinto - We’ll come visit you Kimi

kimi.antonelli - come pay my bail !!

> classmate9 - Less than an hour in a library and he’s acting like he’s been imprisoned

maxverstappen1 - I think I missed a chapter, I don’t remember you in a boot 🤔

kimi.antonelli - I got a lot to tell you mate

-♡

KIMI’S MESSAGES ☆ MAX VERSTAPPEN

As the days went by, you found yourself pleasantly surprised by Kimi’s abnormally kind behavior. Unlike the people he surrounded himself with, he was a genuine person. He’d always greet you with a smile, and even though he wasn’t exactly excited to be working in the library again, he’d find his own ways to have fun.

Occasionally his friends would come in to visit, and as much as you disliked the sudden rush of noise in your safe space, you also enjoyed seeing other people cherish the area you’ve grown to adore. You had to admit, though only to yourself, his friends weren’t what you expected. Different? Yes, but they didn’t greet you with hostility. If it weren’t for your own reservations you would have fit right in with ease.

Today, though, it was just the two of you. You were scrolling through the online orders when he hobbled in, refusing to use his crutches like a responsible person. “How’s the ankle?” You’d always ask, not even bothering to look up at him.

And he’d always reply, “better.” Kimi walked around the desk to take the seat that was usually yours. However, since Mrs. J was gone, you were using her seat and Kimi had naturally adopted your own. “Hey, I have a question.”

“Mkay,” you nod, assuming it’ll be related to the volunteer work. You haven’t conversed much about any topics other than the library, which made for an awkward dynamic when you weren’t confined one-on-one.

“When I asked Max about you, he said you had never met.” You froze, your finger hovering over the mouse button. Kimi wasn’t sure if you’d even remember what situation he was talking about, but you did. How could you forget the embarrassment of your first proper meeting. “So… Why’d you call me Max?”

“Uh, well…” You scan the room hoping to find inspiration for an excuse. Alas, nothing. “Max is my dog’s name.”

“What?”

“Yeah. You… You kind of look like him,” You say shyly, turning your head even further away from the boy. Kimi spun the chair around and pushed off the ground to roll into your view. You sighed, sinking back in the office chair.

“I look like your dog?”

“Yeah. Sharp canines, brown eyes and hair— It’s hard to explain, I guess.”

“Well is the dog at least cute?”

“Well-!” You clear your throat as you suddenly find great interest and whatever’s on the computer screen, which has actually conveniently turned off due to a lack of activity. You scrambled to type the password in. “Y.. Yeah. I guess.”

“Cool!”

You were amazed at how he could always be unfazed, especially when your entire body felt hot with utter embarrassment.

Y/N’S MESSAGES ☆ KIMI ANTONELLI