Masrur knocks on my study door before entering. "Good morning, Masrur," (y/n) greets. She brings the bird to him. "It's your turn to take care of her," she says. Oh. So it's a her now.

"I've been thinking about naming her 'Irie'," she adds. "Irie...I like that name," comments Masrur. "Have fun taking care of her," she says.

"(Y/n), if you like taking care of her you can keep her for a few more da-," Masrur doesn't get to finish his sentence before she says, "There's no need to hesitate. I know you actually want to take care of it," she says. Masrur's cheeks turn pink. He excuses himself, cupping the bird in his large hand.

"(Y/n), what made you choose the name 'Irie'?" Iask. "'Irie' means 'cove," she replies.

It isn't until hours later, when I am just about to go to bed that (y/n) named the bird after the cove incident.